"I'll keep that in mind." Hey, cuter things have been deadly before. Anybody who's had to fight a Freelancer Moogle can attest to that. Tyzias sits down next to Yuume, absently petting her Meowth.

She stares into the distance, pondering for a few moments. On what? Who can say. "I don't think I've actually introduced myself beyond falling into your arms like some fucking Victorian maiden getting a the vapors at a bit of exposed ankle. I'm Tyzias. You are...?"