[Cloud is also wearing leather - jacket and pants and boots and everything, even gloves, all tight like motorcycle armour. When he sees Luce, he suspects she feels the same way about the outfit choice as he does.]
Luce. Can I talk to you for a minute?
[He's not bothering with any of the usual flashy belligerence - he walks up to her with no hint of his usual swagger, just skinny and scruffy and small. And he keeps fiddling with his large sunglasses, which he's conspicuously wearing indoors, and which don't really cover the nasty cut on his temple.]
Communal Lounge
Luce. Can I talk to you for a minute?
[He's not bothering with any of the usual flashy belligerence - he walks up to her with no hint of his usual swagger, just skinny and scruffy and small. And he keeps fiddling with his large sunglasses, which he's conspicuously wearing indoors, and which don't really cover the nasty cut on his temple.]
If you don't want to, I understand.