She lets out a small gasp in surprise and drops her hand away from the door. When she turns to see a man with a moogle of his own, she has to wonder. Could they have gotten the wrong house somehow? Rose had seemed so sure.

"Um.... hello..."

Ib follows his gaze up and down the street, wondering what he's looking for. It's late, so no one else is around.

"Um, are you... like me? I mean, they want you to be a hero too?"