Cloud nods. "It happens every few weeks, an influx of new people. You're not the only one by far."

He half-glances back at all the shuffling around. "Motorcycle. It's fast, but all you gotta do is hold on tight and you'll be fine. Good call on not riding side-saddle, though. Works fine on a chocobo, but a chocobo, this ain't."

He revs the engine, but doesn't start driving just yet. "You got a name? I'm Cloud."