"Yep, Zidane," came the confirmation as Zidane grasped the nearest rung of the ladder, making the decision then to go back up after all so long as Fran wasn't in a hurry to get to the airship docks. At Fran's mention, Zidane took a cursory glance at his watch, quickly noting the time as he emerged from the hatch. It was getting on after four, which was a little early for dinner but who knew how long Fran had gone without eating after arriving here. Zidane had managed to get lunch in during the gargant ride here, but he was a(n arguably) growing boy and so pretty could always use a bite, so...

"Oh, the Mist? Yeah, it must be denser than air because it settles in the valleys and in caves and tunnels and the like," he explained with a gesture of his hands, pantomiming the dips of the valleys and the cavern walls in question. "And I'm afraid that name doesn't ring a bell, but once we get back to Lindblum I could pass the word around. Hey, are you hungry at all? I could find us a bite somewhere around here if you are." At that, Zidane jabbed his thumb at his own chest rather proudly, the inviting grin playing on his face meant to be encouraging.