Really now, Tseng. Tseng could tell when you were being petulant while still being terribly agreeable. It was best to simply just say what you were thinking aloud, because those bitter looks across the room were only serving to remind your older self exactly how impossible you used to be.

Which, Tseng noted, was an effect that rather seemed to dwarf that achieved by looking through old mission files, picking apart every little thing that could have been done better.

"I trust that the room will suit your needs," he said, simply. "It is, after all, very nearly exactly the same."

And only two doors down, as well. Convenient, that.