"My name's not kid-!" is all he manages to snap back, before a particularly difficult vault steals his attention and the thought of arguing further leaves his mind just as quickly as it lit upon him. Cloud isn't nearly as quick to fight as he used to be (although it hasn't been that long, and just a bit of that old anger wells up to the surface now, anyway), and it's easier to set aside any personal affront in the face of real danger. He doesn't want to die a whole lot more than he doesn't want to look stupid in front of a total stranger.

(Although sometimes the two come fairly close, in their own game of completely pathetic tag.)

"I haven't- Thought that far ahead," he shouts back, a little terse, yet - there hasn't been time to think ahead; he's barely been able to keep his feet beneath him, let alone formulate some intricate plan of action. As far as he can see, there's no simple way to shake his pursuers.