Huvrye's questions regarding training, tactics, everything else get … well, not ignored per se – more unheard entirely. Huvrye's words are there, plenty audible, but all Fantastic hears is the muffled sounds of someone pointless screeching while he focuse on what he considered, other important questions: Did he remember to tell the chef what he wanted for dinner? Where's the closest place to get a good smoothie at? It's not until Hyurve stops talking that he focuses, that charming, yet irritating, smile still on his lips.

What's that? You don't know the first thing about me. About any of this. If you're going to open your big mouth, maybe you should figure out what's worth yapping about, first. I'm not here to indulge your questions.

Without waiting for further response, Fantastic turns his back to Huvrye, raising a hand in a little wave over his shoulder. Any attempts to follow will be met by stage guard interference.