Rufus' pale eyes widened, but not in fear. It was hard to see, especially given the close quarters and awkward positioning, but it was an emotion closer to glee.

Or fascination. Or some combination of the both.

Either way, he was not nearly as discomfited as Peridot.

"As guardians or as garbage?" he asked, even as a second hand followed with more banging. He was still filming. Tseng was going to have a heart attack.