[ Cloud is, thankfully, still sound on his feet, even if there's a minor fumble as she abruptly drops him. Rubbing the back of his neck, Cloud is prepared to thank her before he takes in the look on her face. While it wasn't like he didn't care, he just tended to be more guarded about his own feelings. His own sober filter being removed, however, meant that guard was all but gone, and his empathy taking a boost as his kneejerk reaction to her apologizing was to: ]

Don't be.

[ Try and reassure her. Now he felt bad! ]

I'm sorry. I was just...not expectin' you to pick me up like that. I thought you'd go huggin' me up, or throwin' me over your shoulder? [ A beyond-tipsy beat. Vanna White, can I get a 'G'? ] Don't ask why I thought of that last one.