"Well, good," Reno said, straightening out his tie, and then straightening up his posture, rolling one shoulder and then the other, his usual drawl slipping into something a little more refined.

A little more, 'clearly Reno is immitating Tseng's speech patterns,' mostly. But he was damn good at it.

"Ten minutes? Plenty of time to take a pretty lady on a nice stroll to catch a portal, I'd say. We have quite the evening ahead of us, I trust."