Where did he get something like that? Well, Cloud didn't know how to answer that. He made Fenrir, partly...
"Home," he said to the man and managed to keep his shoulders from shrugging because that seemed rude. But really there was no other way he could answer it but that way. "Got it from home."
"And where's home, Stranger?" As it turned out, the mechanic was enjoying conversation, too. As soon as he'd taken what seemed like a stout rod with a hole in the head, he kicked it back to the other man except his force was lacking and the box skewed in direction. He couldn't be bothered to stand up and do it properly, though.
So Cloud decided to take it upon himself to deliver the tools box to the other man. "Far away," he answered as he got to his feet and marched with even steps towards the box, bending over and pushing it to the new customer with just enough strength to send it back to base.
"Where eyes glow?"
Cloud looked at the mechanic but the other man wasn't looking back at him. Well... "Not really," he said.
"Crazy world," the mechanic muttered before he turned back to the new customer. "And you, you American from the real world or something?"