Reno nodded and took his shoes off to match Duster before standing across from the other man. Whereas Duster's stance held a proper defense, arms up and ready, Reno's was loose and informal. While he'd certainly been trained in other martial arts styles, he still felt more comfortable in the old habitual ways -- just honed by the exposure to diversity. Besides, he'd always been more of one to dodge and outmaneuver his opponents; he didn't have the sheer strength Rude did to push through people.

He didn't know everything that happened, he'd only heard bits and pieces. Johnny was closer to Duster than he was. But this man before him wasn't the same one fretting about his feelings in the aftermath of mind-controlled murder (which was still pretty bad). This sullen, sad... thing... It was so obvious something happened. And Reno liked Duster enough to feel bad.

If this could help, what was the real harm? A little physical pain? Meh.

Reno gestured for Duster to come at him, ready as he'd ever be.