Reno actually hadn't been seriously entertaining violence up until the point where he stopped listening, stopped everything. He hadn't been this pissed off in a long time, not even the two nights ago with Yuffie. With Yuffie, at least, he'd been aware enough of what he was doing to hold himself back.

Without a second thought, he sent his lunch tray flying in Schuldig's direction the same instant he reached out to snag the telepath's wrist with his left hand, twisting it and yanking him close in one lightening fast motion. He stopped just short of snapping the wrist altogether.

"I know I've fucked up, Schuldig," he hissed, addressing the telepath by his name for what must've been the first time since they'd met, "and I'll give you a gold star for getting that part right. But if you think my screw ups are enough for me to put up with your bullshit, then your mind-reading is sadly broken. I don't give a damn how right you are about their capabilities. They are still my people."

He released Schuldig's wrist suddenly, backing off, and if Rude had been here, his partner probably would've been dragging him away from the scene at this point—if he hadn't already done so earlier.