"I'm gettin' used to it." At this point, she's more pissed off than troubled. It is a change of pace, though, and she had been complaining about the boredom, hadn't she? She'd say that would teach her not to complain about boredom, but it wouldn't teach her anything.

Reno is going to be so annoyed when she finds out Rude has been holding out on her (though it is a pretty good joke, dammit, Rude), but that is neither here nor there, as she doesn't know yet.

"I can fix up a little something." She's not the bomb-maker Rude is, because she doesn't have the patience for that kind of technical stuff, but she does all right with improvised incendiary weapons. "Don't you worry, me and Blondie will be there soon."

By the time Reno shows up where Rude is, she's carrying a bag, mostly full of booze, and she's carrying fake chick Rufus on her back. Plague Rufus was just too slow. Fortunately, she's not too heavy; all the wasting away will do that to a person. Reno could do without the black ooze on her shirt, but she's been filthier. Lots filthier. No problem: Kitty'll wash it out later. And fake chick Rufus is kind of like having a mean, half-dead pet. "Hey, now she can be friends with dead Tseng and Elena." Without ceremony, she dumps Rufus on top of them, getting blood all over Rufus' white pantsuit.

"...completely worthless," Rufus manages to hiss.

"Yeah, I know."