"A pleasure to meet you, Cloud." It's only polite to say, regardless of his mild injuries. Zechs had endured worse, he scarcely paid attention to him.

The flooding made him rather concerned for any new arrivals simply - dumped here, expected to huddle up amongst one another. Forced to perform for the Peacekeeper merely to stay warm and dry. It was a dirty tactic, he thought.

Zechs glanced back at him once he spoke again. "You are - or perhaps, were - a soldier, or a warrior."

It wasn't even in question. "The scars that war and battle can leave on our minds - even the most resilient, willful of minds - can be deep. In the rain, you were seeing someone, some place, that wasn't here."