"Me? Oh-ho no. Not my thing," Cayde says, cutting a hand through the air to emphasize the point. Maybe a happy dance now and then if he'd found some good loot but those are private moments shared with only his Ghost.

He lets himself be led away, metal brow quirked in amusement, but once his hands are free he's folding his arms again as Cloud recounts the mission, as it were. Of Tifa he'd only seen her back, and given Cloud had said she was a childhood friend, he's unsurprised at the lengths he'd go to help her. "Nice. So turned out getting prettied up was worthwhile. Avalanche is...?"