"Well what's it to him anyway?" Cloud huffs, now scowling up at the ceiling. His eyes actually seem to dart about- as if he is watching for some unseen specter, wary, on edge. "He still gets what he's hired me for. Nothing to worry about. Disrupting work, I can get more."

He tries to sit up- the keyword being tries. He manages to, at least for the time being, swaying even sitting down like this. His Nibelheim drawl breaks through just a touch. "Ain't got anything that he should be worryin' about."