Reno grumbled, muttering about Rude keeping everything bottled up but didn't bother voice in loudly or even very coherently. He didn't fancy getting into any kind of almost-argument with Rude. Yet, that was notable as well. They didn't argue. Ever. At all. Never. They just lived in a weird sort of harmony that mimicked that of a host and a parasite. Reno, of course, knew he was the parasite in that pair. He drew off Rude, took his strength, sapped his energy, or at least that was how it felt sometimes.

"Well... yeah, okay, whatever," he murmured, shrugging. Popping the top on his bottle, Reno took a long drink, followed by a sigh. "Man, all I can smell is my own blood," he grimaced at his shirt again, "You mind if I take it off? It's bugging the Hell outta me..."