Reno sighed and let it drop. She didn't trust Tseng. Tseng was the Director. The Director ran the Turks. Reno was a Turk. The Turks were still alive because they trusted the Director.

But it wasn't worth fighting over. Not tonight.

"Now an' then," he agreed, his own voice falling to something like a mumble. "Sometimes without the kick-start, even."

The kick-start. Whatever the flavor of the evening was. This past week, it had been right back to Corel Ale. He burned through the good stuff too quickly when he was expected to share with Rude.