[cloud reaches for the cup, looking down at the dark liquid and doing nothing with it, waiting to catch his reflection past the ripples of movement. he can't remember having coffee before. for as old as he is, cloud strife is still pretty young, and some things he was left without the past few years.]

Gaia.

[it's easier to focus on speaking about things adjacent to himself, and only then does he look up at the other—hands around the cup.]

Most of the people I've run into are from a planet called Earth. [so he just assumes most everyone is from there—] Though not every Earth seems to be the same.

[by all means, it's not cloud's first time world-hopping. he brings the cup up to his lips to drink the coffee, but ultimately ends up sputtering at the taste. quickly, he tries to conceal as much by setting it down again and covering his mouth, looking away.]

[so much for being cool.]

—ex-military. I'm a mercenary now.

[distract! distract with interesting trivia!]