Cloud stares back at her reaction. He'd won a few awards, but his few fans didn't usually react to him like this. She looks absolutely star-struck - she deserves to talk to someone who she'd be able to tell people she'd met. He makes an effort to stand up straight, and flicks his hair out of his eyes.

"Tabloids? I wouldn't know. I don't get hangovers."

He thinks something about her face reminds him of a girl he'd been on a date with once, although he can't remember her name, or even if the date had been any good. It's going to drive him crazy.

He nods and shakes her hand.

"Of course you are," he agrees, teasingly. He looks around for the entrance to a quiet room or anything - his head really can't take this. "Not that I'd know, because I don't know what that is. Is there anywhere else we can go?"