Cloud wondered if his general honesty showed through, not that he found such a thought disconcerting. He no longer saw benefit in exaggerating for his own gain, nor did he feel comfortable doing so. "Very well. I will get them to you soon," he said.

Looking around the cafeteria, he was a little perturbed how many people seemed to have lost their way in such a place. Maybe he simply had expected to end up somewhere like this and so it was not a great shock to his system when he finally landed himself in the 'loony bin'. "No obvious escape and constant caging seems to cause people to lose their heads," he commented.

Gin was probably better then 'a few tricks' in his mind. School bus windows were not easy to get out of no matter how anyone looked at them. "Apparently not," he murmured. "How old are you," he asked quietly.