Cliff had some general realization he probably looked like a kid playing with a wooden sword, but he had to do this shit, right? And yeah, he'd glanced around to see if anyone was...he didn't know, teaching, or doing something with people like him, but mostly it were people way above his ability level.

Few minutes of just trying to at least learn the weight of the sword and he's probably not doing much better than when he first started, especially if he went by the slightly awkward smile on the face of the guy he just realized had approached him said anything. He instantly reminded him of Oscar, and Cliff reacted in the same way he did to him and anyone else - with a marked indifference and obvious bravado only a teenager could have in the face of, well, everything.

"Me and you?" he asked, raising a brow. "Yeah, okay. I don't usually fight with these, but - shit, why not, right?"