Reno squints, looking down the mountain, for some reason not putting on her goggles, even though she's wearing them atop her head. She blinks. Huh, is that one of those old-style Shinra infantry uniforms?

It sure has been a while since she's seen one of those. It's funny to think that the sight of the WRO peacekeeping force is now far more ordinary to her, while this getup looks nothing so much as odd and outdated. What a stupid helmet. She's glad she was never the kind of idiot who'd have joined the infantry.

She's standing on a ledge looking over the chase, and, not really committed to any course of action yet, she picks up a small rock and throws it at the little trooper. "Hey. Over here."