He'd really rather not. This...person...could find the hat easily enough on his own, and now that he knew he hadn't mowed down a small child, he was less inclined to be polite. But...

Hm.

A glance at the doors showed that there wasn't anyone rushing forward to subdue the newest imported prisoners, and the Moogle he'd woken up to was more busy complaining about him and making angry gestures in his direction. All right, then.

Given his height advantage, it wasn't hard for him to spot the hat hanging from a nearby sconce. He smirked a little, amused that it would have landed like that, and plucked it free to plonk it down on Ales's head.

"There you go. Now if you'll excuse me..."