So she had read that some of the locals had been misplaced as well. As much as she wanted to know the reasons why what happened had happened, her first priority was finding a face she recognized, though she hoped they had not suffered the same fate. Fran did not think it was an aspect of the Stilshrine to transport people to different realms. If anything, the lands around it were more haunting (though the Demon Wall was not something she wanted to fight again any time soon). It still left her with more questions than answers.

"I am sorry," was all she could say, carefully stepping down to the main platform. It was sympathy, not an apology. Losing ones way was difficult enough, to lose those you cared about was even worse. But she was not one to pry, and Zidane seemed like a rather talkative fellow. If he wanted to speak, he surely would without an invitation from her.

She paused when he did, reaching out for the large bow she had left propped against the wall. "A difficult argument to follow," she said with a slight smile. Curious. Giving a shake of her head, Fran fastened the weapon to her back properly, shaking her long hair free from getting stuck to it. "I cannot say I have a preference without knowing what is offered," she said simply, rubbing two of her long-nailed fingers together. "I am used to the food of Humes, if that is your question."