[ He was never much of a coffee drinker to begin with- maybe because he could never make it right? Or maybe the kind they served on the SOLDIER floor was always stale... regardless, he slides into the chair across from Tifa and sets the drink to the side for now.

The... air did feel a little tense, as if had when he first ran into her. Yet just like before he was determined to ease the tension as much as he could. So, to the response of her first question, the man will lean back into his chair a little, balancing it on its back legs before: ] Not bad, actually! Got my own room, a soft bed to lay on— livin' the dream! [ He pauses with a laugh. ] Guess Cloud was never one for decorating though, huh? The place is still pretty bear.