Even with the city in the midst of a snowstorm worse than the ones he'd seen that one time they'd followed Cloud out to Icicle, Cid couldn't help but look up at the sound of the door opening. In light of the fact that no one had really been coming in to shop, he'd moved his latest project (something that looked very much like it could be the engine of a motorcycle) out from the little workroom in the back and onto the 'main floor' of the store, such as it was.

"Don't worry about it," he answered, managing to sound only mildly grumpy. "It ain't like it won't melt. Hell, I'm pretty damn sure I've tracked worse in here myself and it's a damned sight warmer in here than out there."

A lot less snowy too, but that was plenty obvious. It was what you got inside for in a snowstorm.