There are certainly worse circumstances to be met under, Aya would think. For the time being, she is trying to look on the bright side herself. Freaking out just isn't her style, but she hates not having a handle of the situation.

As Yuna draws closer, the moogle at Aya's side slips behind her. She glances down, the white creature hiding fruitlessly at her legs as if using Aya as a wall between it and Yuna. "I don't think this one likes to talk very much, so you're gonna have to forgive me for the twenty questions..."

Perhaps this moogle was just shy starting out. Aya is reminded a bit of Eve, and how long it took before the little girl got remotely talkative, even with her. She'll have to get through eventually.

"Moogles... What are they, anyway? Are they assigned to us or something?"