Toothpick secured between his teeth, Cid turns to face the oncoming kid and his moogle. First appearances are everything and for the moment this kid is nailing it with his politeness. The man crosses his arms, taking on his usual standoffish appearance while silently appreciating the aid he assumes is coming.

"I suppose I am," he replies, looking down at Ventus with a sharp stare. His moogle, bless her, has already imparted her knowledge but Cid won't be placated until he speaks to a person. "The name's Cid Highwind. I'm lookin' for some friends of mine: Yuffie, Leon or Aerith. Cloud or Tifa'll work too." He sniffs idly. "You know 'em?"