Tseng has been in and out of the gazebo all throughout the fair, wandering the grounds to look for threats, checking on the hiring process, and keeping an eye on Rufus when he has the spare time. Now, later in the evening, he's finally taken a seat, allowing himself a moment or respite before he inevitably gets up to do something or other.

One of the kits is asleep in his lap as he strokes between her ears, and for once looks at peace. Who knew small animals could put even the most uptight at ease. Not to say Tseng wasn't remaining vigilant.

"How has the fair been for you, sir?" He asked casually, eyes never actually making it to Rufus, but instead continuing to slowly scan the area beyond the gazebo.