"Rookie, Rookie, Rookie," Reno said, shaking his head slowly and clicking his tongue. "I got it. You honestly think I ain't been keepin' an eye on his incoming mail, here? Invites were sent, sure, but I got 'em. He ain't got a clue."

Saying that Tseng didn't have a clue was something like trying to say that chocobos did not have feathers. And yet, Reno was pretty damn confident, thank you very much.

It was a Turk thing.