A Moogle wearing a bandanna flutters by, and after a while, a man behind an iron mask appears and stands there a moment. In a way he's judging her, but more along the lines of trying to guess what it is she needs.

It's not that girls don't need bladed weapons, it's just not common. At least at a glance he can't tell what she'd need before hand. It certainly isn't going to be a claymore!

Eventually he shifts the mask up over his head. "Watcha need, missy?"