"That's great," Cid grinned, absentmindedly reaching into his pants pocket for a cigarette that didn't exist. The pilot stared down at his empty palm as he pulled it out again, wondering what amount of relaxation he must've achieved if he'd forgotten, even for just a split second, the craphole situation he'd landed himself in.

In any case, even if the guy was in politics, he still flew, so... heh, he could still be an asshole; pilots tended to be arrogant dicks as far as the stereotype went, and ...well, Cid's own personality wasn't helping the cause.

"So hey," he asked, turning the conversation in a different direction, "what's your world like, anyway? There any physics laws that can bend space-time, bridge alternate universes, and bring dead guys back to life?"

Cid could guess what the answer would be, but hey, a man could dream.