Rufus focused on the conversation happening between Heidegger and Tseng. It was mindless banter, but he kept an ear open either way.

He rolls a coin across his knuckles in boredom.

After a few moments, Tseng mentions something that snaps him out of his trance.

“Sir, I mentioned earlier that there’s an assistant who’s been assigned to you.”

Tseng pauses.

“She should be here soon, but if you have any objections-”

Rufus cuts him off.

No…that’s fine…when exactly?