[ The relief that makes it's way into his expression at the use of the word 'we' is all too visible. ] We can cover each other's blind spots. I'll try to keep my other senses open -

[ He cuts himself off when he hears the sound of oncoming footsteps, and looks in the direction that they seem to be coming from -

A ... a chocobo and it's rider. The birds were supposed to exist in other worlds back home, but he'd never encountered one. In the back of his mind, he knew there was a chocobo stable in the city, but he hadn't yet been.

He wouldn't be forgetting the smell anytime soon, though it seemed oddly nostalgic to him for some reason he couldn't remember. (Maybe he'll remember one day.)

His gaze then drifts to the chocobo's rider as she approaches. She seems to know the soldier, but... ] That depends on what you're out here for.

[ Just need to verify; it's nothing personal. He looks back at the soldier. ] Is this a friend?