I came here with a motorcycle. [ He looks up at Reeve giving him a look of brief hopelessness. ] No materia, no weapon. We can worry about that later.

[ His right hand goes over his left arm and gives it a bit of a squeeze. He remembers something else that he actually needs. ] I would appreciate help in getting bandages. So I can continue to wrap it.

[ Cloud can hope to keep it mostly clean. There's a moment of silence as Cloud goes back to what else Reeve has said. ] Wait, you were somewhere else before coming here?