Reno's silent apology wasn't met with much. Rude resolutely did not pull away, but he didn't acknowledge the gesture, either. It was possible that he was being a bit irrational, but that only made things worse. Turks were trained against that sort of things, if only because they were very, very good at killing people, and if they were irrational... well, a lot of people could end up dead. Rude had always been extremely good at keeping his emotions in check, but not with this.

With Elena and Reno gone, Rude shook his head to get Tseng to hold onto the bottle a bit longer. If he was going to take something that would heal him a bit, he had to get his gloves off first. His hands were rather badly messed up, both the usual wear-and-tear from fighting (though this was worse than usual) and from grabbing the fake Reno's EMR. That was the largest concern; Rude didn't want his burnt flesh accidentally merging with his gloves as it healed.

Gingerly pulling both gloves off, scowling at the sight of his hands, Rude took the offered hi-potion, careful not to spill it. He didn't say anything, though; Tseng had seen what had happened plain as day, and was better at reading between the lines than any of them.