( If anyone happened to ask, he doesn't really want to be here. It seems like a joke – is it? he can't tell just yet – and what they'd offered seemed too good to be true. Still, he's here, and he keeps catching himself looking out at empty space through the windows, uncertain as to how he feels about being somewhere completely foreign like this. He'd become a creature of habit after a while, so the change is jarring. At least he can go where he wants, even if he'd been forced to leave the majority of his weapons back home. The few pieces of materia he'd brought felt like a reconciliation for that; so, if anyone finds out, they'll just have to deal with it.

When he eventually makes it to the room he's supposed to be in, there seems to be some kind of mistake. Maybe? It only looks like a single, but there's someone else there. Cloud frowns, lingering in the doorway and feeling more than a little awkward. He's not particularly good with people, but... if this is where they'd directed him to go, then clearly whoever this is could find somewhere else. He shifts the bag thrown over his shoulder and drops it on the floor just inside, taking a few steps in. )

You should find another room. This one's mine. ( It's polite—if a command to get out could be called that. )

( It's like Avalanche all over again.

He's being pulled into an unnecessary war without his consent, told less information than he likes, and – it doesn't sit well with him. On the ground, things are a mess, and it only seems to get worse the longer it goes on, sliding behind a wall to avoid enemy fire as he tries to figure out which way to go. Get back to the ship, wait for someone else to give him better intel. Find someone with better intel, at least. That's the plan, though he's nowhere near an extraction point, and it's how he happens upon another person from the station. He only recognizes them from their clothes, from the flash of the tattoo they'd been given. Still, it looks like they're in trouble, and as far as he's concerned, they are the allies in all of this. Cloud makes his way to them, dropping down to a knee in an attempt to look them over. )

Are you okay? ( He's got a healing materia with him, but that would only temporarily help if things were much worse than they appeared. )

( He really doesn't want to address everyone else on the station, but he needs a few things. )

Can anyone here make a sword?
I'll get you what you need.

( ...somehow. It probably isn't smart to broadcast his need for a weapon, and yet, here he is not caring whatsoever. )

( hit me up with something else if you'd like! just testing things here, so open to any kind of shenanigans. pm with questions or to hash out stuff c: canon point still being figured out but leaning towards somewhere in the original game. )