He didn't mind much about his room, things were where he knew they were, just like back home, he had this little wall full of pretty photos of the places he had been, his bed was half made, some comics that Nike had lent him on the floor next to the bed, and he could go on, at least there weren't tires laying around like in his room back home. Well no, it wasn't his delivery service office, it was just his room.
Gloves over his hands, and everything was ready, his sword had been left at the hangar, where he hoped Cid would not try to turn into a part of the plane. He'd had to get it later, for now, it was only Tifa, him and... Fenrir.
He checked himself quickly, just to see if he had all that he needed in that moment. Gloves, little pink ribbon over his left arm, enough money, cellphone... Turning, he gave a little nod at her, and hurried to open the door for her.