There's very little about Balthier that's quiet or nondescript, though today he's wearing dark-colored pants, fairly simple boots, and an olive green winter coat that may constitute the quietest elements of his wardrobe; that's fine. There are some days that even clothes don't bring pleasure.

Balthier considers the question. He's sore all over from the Confluence still, but the man also being a possible meta has piqued his interest, and conversation is more distracting than work. "Let's walk," he says. A change of scenery always does him good.