"Yo, we're not going anywhere until I get a device, then we'll leave."

Cid fisted his hands, suddenly wishing he'd brought his lance. Of course, when y'were originally just going out to buy medicine for a kid that worked in your shop, you didn't exactly have the foresight to bring it--I mean, momma never told him about random genocides followed immediately by obnoxious redheads... he was currently trying to decide which was worse.

"Then I guess you're stayin' here a while, buddy," Cid said, spreading his stance a bit more. "'til I kick your skinny little ass out on the street, that is."