Cloud knows well how to compartmentalize things, but sometimes, at the end of the day, it tends to get a little blurry. At least for him.

He takes Rude's words into account though, listening as he continues to sip at his drink. Things feel better than they had when he'd arrived. Still, the unease is beginning to settle in his chest, and he remains quiet for a while—until half his drink is gone. "I guess I'll figure it out. How hard can it be?" Which is mostly rhetorical because he has a feeling it isn't going to be easy.