[She turns slowly, her eyes narrowing in a questioning gesture that she's sure that Balthier probably understands more that she's really comfortable thinking about. She's spent so much time with him, watching him go from Ffamran to Balthier, that she hasn't thought that while she was categorizing everything about him that he's been doing the same with her.

And, yes, she is glad to see him, but the words are not comforting. At all.]

You do not make sense. You and I were only just helping the Little Queen and the others leave the Bahamut as it fell. [She looks down to where she has a fresh burn on her stomach, under the gauze of her outerwear. She's healed herself, but the burn is still there as a nice little scar that she won't be getting away from any time soon.] I was expecting Rabanastre. Not this.