[ Fortunately for him, Quistis isn't about to assault a stranger in the middle of the road and not just because she has tact in spades. She's not quite sure what's up with this guy, but somehow she has a feeling that maybe it wouldn't be considerate to pry.

She's been overwhelmed and blanked out, herself. ]

No, I didn't expect you did. You don't seem to be protesting anything or seeking out attention. [ "Something like that"? Does he mean impeding traffic (did he do this often?) or did he mean traffic in general? ] I'm not really sure why you're apologizing to me, I'm not a resident here. I'm also... ah, I'm not sure how to phrase it? Displaced on that fleet? I'm just glad you are not injured.

[ At least it seemed like he wasn't, anyway. Quistis retracts her hand to the crook of her neck with a mild, embarrassed huff, her head tilting minutely away so their eyes don't catch. ]

I'm trying to be friendly, you don't have to make it so difficult on me. [ But it gets her to crack a smile. ] To answer honestly, though... I'm not sure. I haven't done much exploring so far; looking for signs of something familiar, I guess. [ Her expression twists but she picks it up quickly with an embarrassed, abrupt continuation. ] I apologize. I should introduce myself, should I? I'm Quistis Trepe.