Cloud had been slowly circling closer, mostly out of curiosity as to what this apparent change in name meant. Not really close enough to draw the attention of anyone behind the table - well, that's what he'd hoped, anyway, but his name being called had him looking up, frowning.

He didn't recognise the redhead, but he didn't really need to; it was obvious the guy was a Turk. Just not one of the few Turks Cloud had met. It made Cloud shift slightly on his feet, debating whether to leave entirely, or... In the end, he carefully wandered closer.

"... sorry, I don't..." hesitating, Cloud wasn't sure what to say, here, but he finally just shrugged, "know who you are. Did you want the one who actually belongs here?"

Hopefully for nothing bad, in that case. At least he could say he hadn't seen his older self recently, then.