She gave up and let Reeve keep the tie. As long as she wasn't wearing it. "You need to learn to loosen up, then. There's no dress code in a sex garden." Reno's own clothes, although still her business clothes, probably couldn't have gotten much looser.

"Elena's a Turk, remember? Oh--yeah, guess you're from before then. It's so weird, how you're both a chick and from the past." She shook her head. She was more amused than anything else, as it wasn't the bad kind of weird, just extremely bizarre.

The bad kind of weird reminded her of something, however. She tensed, forgetting to answer the beer question. "Psychoroth isn't here, is she?"