Reno was now tapping his foot against the wall, eyebrows raised, thinking over the possibilities, there.

"... Think we could set your old man up in negotiations with Reeve Tuesti, the brains behind the World Regenesis Organization? I mean, if you figure ego'd be enough to figure into it, Reeve would be the guy to talk to, yo. He's sorta... the one in charge of damn near everything, so long as it involves puttin' the world back together, zoto."

Even if Reeve did have a weird fetish for anthropomorphic cat dolls.