"You must clean it," he says, his child's voice growing more stern. He can sense that there's something especially wrong with this particular weapon being in such a state, and it makes him frown. It shouldn't be rusty.

He comes forward--not so much walking as appearing before Cloud, a few paces away, not the most human way of moving, but efficient. Cloud's familiarity isn't associated with any unpleasantness, and he doesn't feel threatened by him. Cloud has a SOLDIER's eyes, but he doesn't dress like a SOLDIER. Not that he completely drops his guard, but he's relatively calm and relaxed.

"I'm traveling," he says.