[Aoi certainly doesn't mind the jacket. It's warm from Duster's body heat, and it...smells nice. He pulls it tighter around himself, and thinks, 'Finally', and then, 'Wait, what?'. The scowl he was directing at the retreating moogle turns up into the hint of a smile, despite himself.]

C'mon, let's get moving. [The umbrella's up now, so they're shielded from the rain, if not the wind.]

There was kind of a shitstorm while you were gone. Biggs sent this letter, and everyone's pissed now. Dunno if you heard about it in Balicea. [It's mostly just small talk to fill the walk, since Duster has gone inexplicably quiet. He must be pissed at his lame moogle.]