There was a grunted response, before he took a moment to try out the tea- still too hot!- leaning against the table with one leg propped up by another. "It's an honor to meet me, even if you don't know it," the pilot boasted with a crooked grin on his scruffy face, an arrogant tilt to his chin. But it was all in the bodylanguage; his tone was actually 'nicer' than normal, deciding if he was going to scan this kid, might as well be friendly to him for a bit. Never knew if the coding the boy had might be useful. And, well, if he knew Cloud, wouldn't want the blond to get riled up over some tears, either.
Speaking of which. "How long ago did you meet Strife?" He flicked his cigarette with one hand, not even bothering to watch the ash fall-- this sizing up of Nata thing was much more interesting. He wasn't looking too hard (would, if the kid really was a robot), but what he did see, he didn't really like. Namely, the outfit. What was with all those layers of clothes that didn't even seem insulated? It was Sephiroth's garb: seemingly pointless, but probably having some reason. Not that Cid cared much, it was all just observations - he wasn't a fashion freak, and all.