As a fifteen-year-old (and a rather sheltered one, at that), Sora couldn't make much of their talk about women. Cliff seemed like a pretty funny guy, though - anyone who could joke about stuff like that in this place was good in Sora's book. He wished he could be as lighthearted, but he wasn't going to force it too much; they would notice.

"Yeah, we aren't. We met here," he said, willing to give more details than Renji. "We've spent a few nights exploring together." With Nowe. Sora sighed.

It seemed like the three others were waiting to discuss something important, but they were holding back for some reason. He glanced from Renji to Hughes to Cliff, his brow creased.

Was it because of him? "Uhm," he started, fidgeting. "I can go if you guys want."