[Unaware of Benedikta's thoughts—and honestly considering of somehow acquiring his own ship at some point after figuring out what's real and what isn't about this place—Cid closes the drawers and glances at her.
He then looks her over, and after a moment's thought—]
Here.
[He takes off the belt and hands it to her as if it were natural—]
Pants are pretty snug so don't really need it.
[—and it is, a little. Or it used to be, in their past.
However, his attitude and demeanor doesn't seem to suggest he's thinking much of it, acting as if it was just an idea that popped into his head to solve her little problem. Nothing more, nothing less. (But of course, it was more.)]
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He then looks her over, and after a moment's thought—]
Here.
[He takes off the belt and hands it to her as if it were natural—]
Pants are pretty snug so don't really need it.
[—and it is, a little. Or it used to be, in their past.
However, his attitude and demeanor doesn't seem to suggest he's thinking much of it, acting as if it was just an idea that popped into his head to solve her little problem. Nothing more, nothing less. (But of course, it was more.)]