"A few hours! Gods!" Robin exclaimed, covering her hand with a mouth. "How do they--how do you?" She looked over her shoulder at Marc; the moogle just shrugged, in a good-natured sort of way, but left her with no clearer understanding of that.

"Airships, too?" she asked, her mind reeling. Hers was a strictly medieval world. "I think I need to see one of those! They're really flying ships?"