He didn't yell because he was angry (he didn't even consider his past sentences 'yelling'), it was a normal tone of voice for a newcomer. He put his hands on his hips, tilting his head a bit and squinting at the kid. Skinny. Short. Soft-looking. Hard to think for even a moment a web of coding could be under that skin-- but he'd said he was a NPC, and Cid respected Cloud's choice in friends enough to think the kid was telling the truth. How to check that, though, was going to be a bit tougher: it didn't look like Nata had the frame of a robot, although it was a bit hard to tell through all that clothing. So was these a chip in his brain or something? Or was he really made out of data?
Luckily, he'd gotten just the thing to check. But that was later. Even Cid had some principals. Jerking a thumb back at the steaming teapot, the pilot nearly growled out, "You have enough time to sit around here for a bit? Yeah? Good. How about some tea?"