Hell, Tseng would encourage Rufus to sit in on a class. At least that meant something useful that he could put into a report to the President. This was just... watching.

Tseng cleared his throat a little. Not because he didn't think Rufus had noticed him, mind. More because... it was as effective a conversation starter as any.

"What would you say," he said, turning his head slightly toward the range. "Any that look promising to you?"