Cloud fell for it. Savior of the world twice over he might be (three times, if one counted throwing Sephiroth into the mako reactor before his maddened rant became his first genuine attempt to destroy the planet), but Cloud was far from perfect. Wanda's expression, combined with the clatter, was enough to break Cloud's focus on her for a split second. He swore under his breath when he realized he'd been played. He would never hear the end of it from Yuffie if she ever found out.
Luckily, Cloud was fast, and he'd had plenty of practice chasing after wayward ninjas and preteens over the last few years. He vaulted the fence with ease. The maneuver brought him in front of Wanda before she could get through to the main thoroughfare past the tents.
"Instead of running, we could talk," he pointed out. Cloud felt sympathy for her. The story she'd told of losing her parents, of the hardships of finding even basic necessities like food, had rung true. Cloud lived in a world full of orphans. He could spot when someone had grown up as one. "You could tell me why it's so important to sneak in here."