Reno shot Tseng a wry grin, stooping down to the floor to try to woo the ferret away from his boss's unfortunate shoes.

"See," he mused, "she's a natural at this Turks gig, yo. She's probably hangin' out at Seventh Heaven or somethin' as we speak, placin' bets with Tifa or somethin' to see how long it takes before you two are eaten by a teal deer or a wallaby or my ferret, zoto."

Mako was now proceeding to demonstrate his fearsome war-dance across the floor, bouncing and honking and doing an impromptu somersault on his way to mercilessly terrorize Reno's hand.