Hm. No comment about the name, but Rude could see it in the man's face. The whole 'what bastard parents he must have had'. There were two looks, you see. The one of pity and confusion which meant the wearer blamed the parents. And then there was a the cautious 'should I shit my pants' look in which the wearer was certain it was a nickname gained after a terrible life of crime and delinquency.

Truth was, his parents were bastards but it was his body type that made HIM one. He'd always been a big kid, made sense to bulk up.

But should he let Matsuda in on this shit? Reno had been pretty useless last night, but Elena was in good working order, as far as he could make out. Still, didn't hurt to have an extra pair of helping hands. Matsuda was interesting enough without being annoying.

"Sure. I need to find more equipment. Meet me by the stairs next to the Entrance Hall."

He'd give the guy a trial run then send him out alone maybe. In return...ah, Rude could test spare an explosion or two.