Barret watched and listened to him carefully, forgetting about his now cold food. He couldn't tell if Rufus was playing a game with his mind or being sincere. It was difficult to put any sort of trust in a person you once thought to be your sworn enemy. A lot had changed since then, and it was fair to give him to benefit of the doubt that perhaps he had as well. Still, he wasn't comfortable to relax around him just yet--for many reasons now.

The details in regards to their opponents was a little unsettling. They were all much more equipped than he was, considering his stroke of bad luck since his arrival. He would have loved to keep that katana that sliced him through, but things just didn't work out too well that night.

"Sounds like it might be a good idea to tackle that room again. I'd like to keep a distance from those guys until I can be sure our people are prepared for 'em, but I don't know how well that'll pan out. I'm sure Kadaj is already biting his fingers raw with anticipation to put Cloud in his place. Maybe if we just blindside him now he'll be too banged up to bother...heh."

He wiped a fleshed palm down his face with the thought. While he knew it was unlikely considering the security of the institute during the day, it didn't stop the idea from blooming and raking him with the desire to make it happen. He needed to beat the shit out of someone anyway. "Guess we gotta establish a meeting place. Your room might be best, since I already know the way, and all your folks must, too."