"Hm." He nodded his head with his brow creased in thought. Getting into the details of it, especially if he mentioned that he was caught in a mid-flight battle with no wings to show for it would seem far-fetched and insane.

He looked over at his moogle next to him and knew exactly what they were before he even had to ask. "It's strange but familiar, this place. I can't say that I've been here before but there is something that feels..." His voice trailed off in his thoughts.

It was a small wonder he hadn't gone insane from the events that transpired. He knew that panic would do no one any good, and keeping a calm appearance was only on the surface. This city was new, and he was caught in it.

The soft clanging of metal from his armor while he shifted his weight told him that he wasn't dreaming. Or rather that his dream was perhaps a fabrication brought on by Shinra. Then, he thought of the possibility of his capture. Was it true?

Mogington floated near Angeal and bobbed gently in the air while he looked from his assigned partner to Charlotte.

"If you ask me, he hit his head on the way here, kupo. He's always like that." The moogle sighed.