Flight has no positive associations in Cloud, who's only used to the sort taken by helicopter or airship or plane; all three of which tend to make him sicker than sick. So when his feet leave the ground for good, there's no peaceful sense of wonder or anything remotely so close to outright enjoyment.

It's utterly terrifying.

Perhaps not as much so as the thought of being chewed to bits by the monsters behind them, still, but more than enough so to land him looking profoundly undignified as he flounders through the sudden lack of gravity. This time, the look he turns on the strange intruder is pure bewilderment.

"Wh-What's going on!? Put me down!"