What was it with people and underestimating him? As far as he was concerned, all he needed was Hyperion and his skills. He scoffed. "I'm as prepared as I need to be, thanks."

But... "The Mist"? He supposed that was explained in the pamphlet the talking moogle had given to him. ...Which he had neglected to read. Oh well. If he was headed out, there would probably be plenty of nights to read, because he'd have to stop and rest at some point or another. Seifer was more of a hands-on kind of guy; he could learn better through experience instead of reading a bunch of words on paper and following directions.

As he crossed the threshold into the long stone street that led to the gates (which he could now see more clearly), he heard footsteps and initially thought it was just townspeople passing by. But when he looked back to check (because, well, it could be a thief, you know), he was met with the blond hair and youthful face of... that girl.

"Are you following me?" He never stopped walking as he asked this, though.