Yuffie's potshot struck its target dead center, forcing an offended grunt out of the older man. "Didn't anyone teach ya to respect your elders?" he shot back, lacking any true vitriol. Annoyance, perhaps, but nothing bitter nor hateful. He was the same old Cid, just much more civil.

While waiting for her to reply, he eyed her accompanying moogle with mild mirth. It looked like he would keel over at any second, matching imperfectly with his charge's enthusiastic personality. The incongruity was amusing.