[Hard to miss any of that, and Cloud narrows his eyes, staring for a moment. Then he nods slowly, alert to the brief attention of the crowd as much as to the Turk who let herself be seen for a moment.
Because what else could she be?]
... right. Sorry.
[Not as if he's going to say anything else, really. And, glancing around and then down, uncertain what now, Cloud's gaze is drawn to the coeurl kits again.]
no subject
Because what else could she be?]
... right. Sorry.
[Not as if he's going to say anything else, really. And, glancing around and then down, uncertain what now, Cloud's gaze is drawn to the coeurl kits again.]
... what're their names?
[That's safe, at least.]