Reno really should get a medal for making things awkward, Rude decided, finishing off his bottle of beer as the redhead joked. Simply shaking his head, the Turk quietly muttered something derogatory about redheads before putting his now-empty bottle away. He'd lost count of how many that was. Oh well.

Noting the point toward his hands, Rude held them up so Elena could get a better look. "We have limitations on what we can do in combat here. I had to find hand-to-jaw; I'll need new gloves." The last part could have possibly been a joke, but it wasn't entirely likely that Elena would be able to tell. Then again, he'd been drinking for a while, so who knew? It had been a long, confusing day, so it wouldn't be that far-fetched.