Cloud grips the hilt of his sword, but stops short of whipping it out when he hears someone else approaching. The robots seem just as excited about making this cowboy buddy look fabulous, but if they're focused on him they're not focused on Cloud, which means he doesn't need to chop them in half just yet. He slowly drops his hand, crossing his arms while he gives Arthur a little nod.

"These belong to you?"

He has a feeling that the answer is 'no', but maybe this guy knows who did program them to be so annoying.