Well, at least he hadn't been alone in the arriving-with-an-apparent-double department. Seemed like a common theme for people to deal with here, and the thought of a second Cid was enough to keep him occupied for the rest of the day. Gods knew their pockets would be scraped clean of gil with double the amount of cigarettes.

But then that faint joy deflated at the mention of that name. "What'd he do?" Slipped accusingly out of his mouth, like an annoyed parent with disobedient children.