A motel sounds good. It was definitely better than the streets which was something Cloud was worried he'd have to resign himself to. He'd sleep in cars, under the shade of trees, a church, a bed of rock but no, not in the streets! That's just...that's just not him, no.
Cloud turned to the direction of the man's left side, as though in an attempt to catch a glimpse of this motel he was talking about. "I...got mm..." slipping his hands inside his pocket, he revealed the two crumpled pieces of ten-dollar notes and showed it to Rex. He was really trying to do his best not to look clueless here.