[Cloud wouldn't know, since he's never sat in a huge mobile suit or anything like that... But he sure rather wishes materia was something they let the Army have, at all, and that he could've come here with some. He didn't, though, and that's that.

Gaze drawn back to his companion, Cloud stares silently for a moment or two, then shakes his head.]

... No. There's a program, to send a manned rocket to the moon, but that's it. Going in space regularly... [Trailing off, voice soft, Cloud considers that. That'd be cool, but he can also not really imagine it.] Is it... easier, being here, when you're at least already used to the idea of space travel?