Considering the throng of people constantly passing by, Ven didn't notice that he had been approached until the stranger spoke up. Straightening up a bit out of habit, he widened his smile as he looked over, his nose and cheeks already slightly pink from the cold. The woman was pretty, just a little older than him if he had to guess. She also had a moogle with her, which must have meant that she was the same as him.

"Yeah!" he confirmed with a nod, but that quickly turned a shade sheepish as he glanced sidelong at Mograe. "Or... that's what I was told, anyway. I'm not sure I can be called a 'Hero' just like that." Modesty aside, he offered, "I'm Ventus -- but my friends just call me Ven."