[Zack's frustration and worry grows by the second. On one hand, he's glad that he can actually hear Cloud in some capacity. That means he's okay. ... In some capacity.]
What? Are you okay? You're not hurt?
[...]
I'm going to call Tifa, first. Don't worry.
[Might have to try and repeat that part about a certain pink daughter. Or hope that Zack has enough sense to remember her temper.]
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What? Are you okay? You're not hurt?
[...]
I'm going to call Tifa, first. Don't worry.
[Might have to try and repeat that part about a certain pink daughter. Or hope that Zack has enough sense to remember her temper.]