Cloud slouches along down the street after Shin, looking around himself as if looking for any excuse to get off this crawl he was on. He'd nominated himself designated driver, with the aim of finding out what sort of a person the newcomer was, and making sure that he was the less talented and charismatic out of the pair of them, and was starting to feel the deep, cosmic loneliness of being a sober person hanging around with someone drunk.

"When are we going to go home?" he asks, massaging his nose between his eyes.