He might have sighed softly through his nose, and the mechanic was laughing at his ill fate. All he did was to look at the man, though, and he eventually got his time:
"Twenty past seven," he said helpfully although he really was highly amused.
Anyway, Cloud got what he needed -- and he found that his phone followed it correctly. "Thanks," he said and slipped back his device. So restarted the waiting game. He promised he'd help but really, what could he do to help when he had someone who clearly knew what he was doing better than him? Strange as his Fenrir was and all...
"Hey," the mechanic turned to the new customer. "Push over that box you got there, I need something. What is her problem, anyway?" he nodded to his bike.