He took a deep breath and smoothed his pilot's jacket-- blood-stained, mako-stained, dirt-stained, and he didn't know what else. Still, he wanted to look presentable when Shera opened the door.
It had been a week and a half since the Highwind broke down just south of Nibelheim and he'd hiked the rest of the way with the ship's skeleton crew, who fortunately hailed from Rocket Town anyway. Good kids, Cid thought. Bet they're glad this shit's finally over.
After a couple more seconds of brushing and straightening himself, he knocked. He heard heavy footsteps rushing to the door, and open it swung to reveal Palmer.
Palmer!
Palmer.