Cloud nodded to Rose. "Don't mention it." She shouldn't. As long as he knew, as long as he was somehow involved, Cloud would have never let Rose gone alone. He would have come along and he would have done things similarly to what he'd done that evening. He was just glad that she was smart.
A taxi rolled in seven empty minutes later, hailed by Cloud who waited closest to the backseat door when the car slowed to a stop. He opened it and helped the women in when he thought his assistance might be needed.
Leaning over to the window to lift a fist to his right ear with the thumb and small finger extended, he said to Rose, "Give me a call." And then he realized that the cell network in this place was splendid -- and that anyway, she didn't know his number.
So he gave her his card -- Cloud Strife, it read, under his business name and along with his office's address and other contact details.