Strangely enough, Reeve doesn't seem bothered by the repeated reminders of Rufus, of the man moving about his life. Sure, he's in and out of his apartment with surprising regularity, and yes, he can definitely be caught out in not sleeping or eating nearly enough. But at other times he seems to welcome the brief distraction, and isn't against giving Rufus little pointers out loud. Granted, he hasn't given the man instructions on how to use the communication protocols yet, but he seems almost amused to be able to talk at Rufus and not have to have a response.

After a few days, though, Reeve pulls out a white pocket cloth from one of his less used suits and turns it into a makeshift white cape for Cait as a point of amusement. Because surely Rufus would not suffer the indignity of having this much color, even in a proxy. Black, white, and a touch of gold up top.

When the summons comes, Reeve has to send back that he needs a few days to arrange time. Almost to his own surprise the WRO is growing with a bit of speed beyond his hopes. Soon he is relieved Jasper has taken over much of the management of improvement to Edge, because he's got more volunteers than he knows what to do with, and a pending meeting in Kalm to deal with. It's after this that he agrees to meet Rufus. Will save everyone a bit of travel if he just has his guards take him a bit outside of the city for him to be transferred over to his Turk transport. Of course this is after several hard days of negotiations with Kalm, so it is a very tired Reeve that shows up in front of Rufus.

"Thank you," he says as he enters, looking almost immediately for a seat. "Forgive me for the delay. Things have gotten busy."