"...yep." That sword. Cloud sips his tea, and it does help warm him up and settle him, a little.

He blinks up at Zechs over the rim of the cup, then puts it down. "Train? Didn't really think about it. Might not be a bad idea, though." Not that he's had to fight since he got here, but with Sephiroth and Genesis here...he can't be too careful, really. "Sure. What kind of training d'you have in mind?"