When Tseng returned from making his report to the President, he expected to find Reno and Rude present-and-correct for their next assignment and Aeris safely locked away in a Science Department holding cell. What he found was Reno snoring on the sofa, Rude resting his head on the table with a decent straight flush slipping out of his hands, and Aeris smugly pouring herself a full glass of Tseng's best bourbon. Judging by the flushed cheeks, it wasn't her first, but the fact that she was the only one still upright spoke to either a potential drinking habit or some heretofore undiscovered quirk of Ancient physiology.

He communicated the question to her with a silent, heartfelt ...how? gesture, to which she smirked over her glass. "Guess you'll just have to ask the good Professor after he dissects me, won't you?"