Cid's eyes narrowed at the rather derogatory nickname, and didn't move when the bald guy explained their situation. He almost felt like lettin' 'em borrow his journal, since Baldy had asked so nicely, but the behavior of the shorter punk in the suit discouraged him from doing so.

...Either that or he just didn't want them to see his bright pink journal.

"It ain't my fault that your journal pissed itself," he said, frowning. "And who's this President-boss-assface?"