Even if she'd wanted to stay Cid probably would have vetoed that idea sheerly on general principle alone. Enough that he'd have to deal with the result explosion that was going to happen when a Turk, a man who should be insane and wasn't and a guy who spent half his damned time brooding into the same space. Needless to do say, he'd be making damned sure to have both Venus Gospel and his few remaining materia well within reach. Sure, you could call him paranoid for it, but as far as he was concerned it was a damned sight better than be not prepared enough, at least in this case.

"Good." She wasn't likely to be any help, and really? He was going to be having a bad enough time keeping tempers in check as it was and wasn't that a rather ironic thought. Usually he was the one setting tempers off not keeping them in line.

And why the hell was he still thinking about this? Worrying about it wouldn't solve a goddamned thing, and he still had a shop to finish cleaning. With any luck he'd even manage to find a proper teapot before the night was out.