Cloud sighs, holding his own sword at the ready, as Barret apparently feels the need to restate the obvious. "You going to keep talking," he asks, getting ready for the first swing - already calculating distances in his head, where he needs to strike and with how much force, which of the war machines in front of him would go down faster, "or are you going to help get us out of this 'tight spot?'"

Barret laughs loudly - did he forget they were trying to be stealthy, or did he just decide not to bother? - and aims ahead, the new gun that he'd gotten from the man in Sector 7 charging up; if there was one thing Barret always did, it was put action to his words.