"It's a city from where I'm from," he answered, knowing his worst fears were realized. Cloud wasn't home. Question was, how did he get home? "I was afraid you'd say that," he answered, lifting himself into a sitting position on his bike. If he had no city to make a delivery to, he guessed there was no rush. May as well figure this out. That left one heavy question on his mind to ask her, "How do I get back home?" If he got here, then there should be a way back home, shouldn't there? He just had to find it. Even if it meant more pointless battles.
"Thanks," he said noncommittally, his thoughts obviously far from his bike and its condition. It took him to many places, but he held no real emotion toward it. If it somehow got ruined, he'd just replace it with another.