[Hey, it's nice seeing somebody who's able to relax through thick and thin and gaseous states without being Leo Tsukinaga (not that there's anything wrong with Leo, but it's hard to call his state of being Relaxed); there really are several different types of Wests (still provisional meta name, because being a clueless bitch continues).

Since the steam room is clear and Jing Yuan seems to have claimed it now, Cid happily helps himself to a seat. He really was starting to think that maybe they needed to change up the soundtrack for the place, but a conversation is a fine background noise, too.]

Hmmmm, you must really like steaming.

[As for Cid, he likes baths better than steaming, but it's all good.]