Jack had been skulking about, in her Pirate job looking for anyone famliar in the throng of new bodies waking up at the Crystal of Fire, or whatever the hell Royale called it. The moogle had been sent off in the other direction, to keep an eye out for strange looking armor with a red and white stripe on it or people in white, grey and black uniforms. Deep down she knew it was a long shot, but it was worth keeping her newsy little partner out of the way.

Of all the people she saw, a woman with platinum blonde hair caught her attention and despite herself, Jack went to investigate. Sure enough the woman was speaking to a moogle, probably the one assigned to babysit, and Jack interjected.

"It's no joke, Blondie. You're gonna want to listen to the furball, though. They know the score around here."