Not as badly as I expected, just weren't the ideals that did it either.

(He really hadn't planned for a certain being to visit so soon, if at all. Everything had gone south so quickly there had been little time to react, let alone explain anything. Cid just hopes that everything that followed didn't send Clive running for the hills; he couldn't blame the lad if that had turned out to be the case.

The glare is met with one of his own, unflinching but calm. Why be angry at something he truly couldn't change this time?)

Just letting you know. You're not stupid, you never have been and I have no doubt you'd be noticing when we're trying to do the same thing here. (Better from the chocobo's mouth too, had Benedikta heard from someone else it could have been all the worse. Or better. Cid isn't sure. He's not even sure on what to say next. People missed you? The outlaw knows most would have breathed a sigh of relief, but then they hadn't known Benedikta overly long and Titan and I missed you didn't have the same ring to it.)

What I didn't expect though, is how shite these drinks are. Really, Benna?