[Sensitive as he is to body language, he notices the man look around the store, alert and cautious — but there could be many reasons for such behavior. He cannot ascribe a particular reason without knowing who Rufus Shinra is, and that level of familiarity will not come from a sole conversation.

So he follows, and waits until Rufus seems satisfied, and then inspects the nearest rack of beach clothes. He isn't looking for anything for himself; beyond his role in chaperoning Rufus away from the busybody gulls, he sizes up the more colorful shirts for the person in his life who would actually wear them.]

Perhaps you'll even enjoy it. [Sasuke glances through the fringe of his hair, partly hanging over his left eye.] No one here cares who you used to be. Your rank determines that instead. You can create a whole new identity for yourself if you choose.

[He imagines Rufus would not be the first to go that route.]

Unless you encounter someone here that you knew in your own dimension. That's possible, too. And... the House will always know you.