Ed's hand was still on the book he slammed down, no gloves any longer now that he didn't need to cover up for a metal arm. He wore a long heavy coat, still, over his blouse and pants. His glasses were sitting on top of his head, hair pulled back in a long ponytail just like Hohenheim wore his hair.

That familiar smug expression was smeared all over his face at the reaction he got from his old... friend.

"It's Edward. I'm not Fullmetal anymore," he corrected with a bit of an eyebrow twitch. His temper was more in check than it used to be.

When Roy asked how he got here, Ed looked away and rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah, yeah, State Alchemists and military only, blahblah."

He looked back at the older man out of the corner of his eyes. "You were supposed to be off today, yourself." Which was half the reason Ed was even here.

There was a moment of silence before Scheskas' voice came screeching from behind Edward. "I'm so sorry, Brigadier General Mustang!" Ed's eyes shot open and he whipped his head around.

"Scheska!! Shut up!"

It was like she didn't even hear him. "He asked very nicely and --" her face was turning beet red, "--and he was the Fullmetal Alchemist!!" She continued rambling on.

Ed sighed and dropped his arms to his sides. Busted.