And there was that 90-watt grin again, a curl to it that could've made it into a smirk on any other person's face, tapping the ash off his cigarette for a moment with a satisfactory, smug look on his face. Good. Good, this was going good, the kid wasn't that bad (bit soft and too gullible, but that would always be fixable, and it reminded him a bit of Red, overgrown cat-dog-thing that the experiment was), and he finally wouldn't have to make Cloud get up to fix his tea. Yes, there were many positives to this, and he was going to reap them all in.
"Well," The man started, practically sliding over to the shell of the plane, giving it a nice pat on an outer ribbing before glancing back. "This is the baby we're buildin' currently. An' I need someone to help me out with keepin' track of shit- where I put what, markin' down numbers, gauges, that paper-worky stuff- which I'm pretty sure you can do. Right? Right. Teach you how to brew up a good batch of tea, too. You working here means you're going to have to stay around here, though. Got me?" He chuckled, mostly to himself, deciding that he'd give the kid a week before choosing for real whether he'd stay on the job or not. A not-totally-robot would be amazing on the work-force; especially since Cloud seemed to know him, and that wolf that hauled shit for him looked like the Barret type. Yeah, nothing wrong with go with having Nata around-- so long as the kid could work.
He'd find that out fast enough, at least. Aw man, was he brilliant at spotting potential!