"Yeah," Cloud agrees, not relaxing at all now that Zack's on the same page as he is. In fact, while it's a little reassuring they're both seeing the same thing despite how impossible that is, it makes something twitch and squeeze around his heart. Rubbing his hands on his thighs, which feels weird thanks to whatever these suits are made off, Cloud nods.

"Didn't get... any explanation. Only that message," he says and gestures to the... thing on Zack's wrist. It's sort of like a wrist mounted PHS, he supposes. "And the pods..."

Cloud shrugs. Doesn't want to finish, gaze bouncing between Zack's pod, Zack himself, and up at the sky and then back. The pod look old. All of them do, and while he's both been hoping and not about others, he's been doing his best not to think about what the apparent age might mean, if it means anything at all.