[When Rufus comes out to Cloaca and Dagger, he wears black. It's one of the benefits of being so heavily associated with a signature color; people grow to associate the clothes with the man, which makes it all the easier to escape his own identity by simply choosing something different. The sleek canine-inspired mask he tends to prefer for situations like this can't hide the intense blue of his eyes, nor can it completely conceal the telltale wisps of his ice-blond hair. But there are many blond men in the world, and many with blue eyes, and Rufus Shinra wears white, not black.

And Rufus Shinra would never be caught dead in a place like this, but here he is.

Speaking of being caught, he quickly becomes aware of the pretty dark-haired thing who gets cornered by the gaggle of clubgoers; it's something he's learned to watch for since beginning to frequent the seedier side of the Peacock, less out of altruism and more because it's a very convenient way of making new "friends". Most people who find themselves in a rough situation appreciate a timely rescue, and there's plenty he can get out of a person when they're feeling appreciative.]

There you are.

[He says, making his way over with confident strides and bypassing the crowd of strangers as though they aren't even there to begin with, keeping his eyes solely on the girl. Such lovely long dark hair — eerily familiar, though maybe he's just biased with fond memories of Tseng.

Regardless. Unlike the other men and their grasping fingers, he offers his own hand palm-up.]

You should've told me you wanted me to hunt you down, little rabbit, and I would've found you much sooner. Now come on; our champagne is waiting.