Taking a step back to allow him some room, Fran carefully looked him over. Young, if she could gauge age like she could with Humes, and he had a quality that reminded her of Vaan. Perhaps it was a bit of the naivity she was sensing, but this young man seemed quite a bit more cheerful than the boy she knew. Forced or not - she could not yet tell - it was definitely a change from the looks she had been receiving not long ago. To say she was surprised would be a lie, however, for she doubted there were few if any Viera in this land at all.

"If I am not an inconvenience to you," she said. "You spoke of searching for your friends." That need would surely outweigh those of a stranger. Shifting her weight to the other side, she fingered a small pouch on her hip. It held some money, but it was highly unlikely that would hold here. She may be a Pirate, but it was treasure she stole, not a meal.