She snarls and hisses, but for now, it seems the fae creature waits where she is. She jeers back at Angeal when he winks, flashing some manner of obscene gesture with clawed hands as she spits what must be some sort of insult in an unknown tongue. The tone is there, though. This bastard is walking away with her well-earned prey.

Cloud, for his part, works to pretend that lapse in time did not happen. Everything is totally normal here.

"That last place you were in that you kept going on about," Cloud murmurs, "but yeah. You could say you did anything there, right? If you're going on about proof you must have some lined up. Bring it on."