Visibly taken aback by her simply making herself comfortable in the middle of the runway, Cloud hesitates before realizing - oh. Well, it hardly matters, does it? As long as he can keep control of things, here, then there shouldn't really be anything to worry about.

Just. Waiting out the dream without somehow putting his foot in his mouth or mortally wounding himself by embarrassment, alone.

"Um. Okay." With a slight nod, he looks around (almost self-consciously), before awkwardly taking a seat a good few feet away. When prompted for a topic, though, he's still at a bit of a loss.

"...I don't know. Uh- What kind of place are you from? The Grid - it kind of sounds like a city."

Not touching on that inside a computer bit, just yet.