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Fran's ears picked up the unsubtle sound of footsteps, and red eyes snapped immediately to the source, a young man walking towards the group, apparently without any regard for stealth. She would perhaps have alerted the others, but Balthier would likely not have failed to notice his approach.

Indeed, when the viera turned slightly to address her partner just in case he had gotten distracted by something, she observed that he had already risen to his feet and was coming to stand beside her. The sky pirate crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "A friend of yours, Fran?" he asked in a deceptively light tone.

At the roll of her eyes, he flashed her the quickest of wry smiles and turned to the new man, who had just spoken. "What are we up to? Well, now... I do suppose the answer to that question depends primarily on what you are up to. If you are a guard or sentinel of this place, then I suppose we were just leaving. If not, we are entering, yes?" The very fact that he said as much indicated that he had a fairly good idea which was true, and Fran personally wished he would have just said as much. As usual, however, he was being unnecessarily facetious. Really, he was lucky she was the most patient of souls.