[Getting smacked in the face by someone else's paint, or even their brush itself at high speed, had become such a common occurrence that Cloud didn't even blink anymore. Not that he had to, he was wearing paint goggles. Still, it was strange that whoever had done it said nothing to him afterward, either an apology or a cranky complaint that he was in their way. Curious, Cloud turned and tugged his goggles up onto the top of his head.

Then he reads the message she wrote and realizes the situation is a bit more serious than he first realized. With a suddenly worried look he dropped his orange paint sprayer mechanism and held his gloved hands up, palms in her direction to try stopping her.]

Whoa! Careful! I'm fine, but try not to get any paint on your phone! It causes your text input to stop functioning! Here, let me show you on mine...

[The blond tugs off his gloves and pulls out his own smartphone, which had been dunked in orange paint and carefully wiped clean but still held paint in every groove and port. He looks up at her, eyes flicking to her phone because that's where he expects to get her reply.]

What's your name?