Rude's a little later showing up than he'd planned to be, distracted by a last-minute task. Standard fare for Turks, and it's not something he intends to get too worked up over.

The bar's his first stop, so that he can grab two whiskeys, then he's right over to the corner table he knows Reno favours, placing one of the drinks in front of him as a better hello than he could otherwise offer before dropping into the seat next to him.