[He listens with interest once the girl waiting their table has gone, gingerly resting his elbow against the table and settling his chin into his hand, rings bright against his tan skin.]

A victim of science, then. Those responsible were harvesting Espers? [Espers in Ivalice were few and far between; powerful and hostile beings that had to be defeated to be mastered, commanded. He couldn't imagine any mere human taking hold of and killing one of those.] They're far more like people where you come from, then. Your friend, Terra -- she is part Esper, is she not?

[He frowns, clearly disapproving of these faceless scientists in her story.]