One the 'who gets to sleep in which room reserved for Tseng' issue had been dealt with, Tseng was quite content to fold his arms over his chest and simply remain silent. After all, there was very little information to be gleaned from a man who was simply a more youthful version of himself, and any long, carefully worded conversations that he needed to have with Reno would be... potentially dangerous to have while keeping such mixed company.

And so he would content himself to sit. Sit, and observe.