Fran just gave a barely noticeable smile to the question of her homeland, but she did not explain. It was clear that it was not of this world, and besides, one could not move forward if they spent their time looking back. Best to figure out the here and now before figuring out how to get back. She gave a bow of thanks, ducking even more slightly so the tips of her ears would not hit the top of the doorway.

Dimly lit, a little shabby, probably cheap. Yes, she had frequented places like this before, though Balthier preferred something a little more upscale, something suitable for a 'Leading Man', as he liked to call himself. Fran shook some of her hair from her shoulder just as Zidane popped up behind her. Red irises followed his gaze to the barkeep, who seemed less than thrilled to see the blond-haired young man (and perhaps a little too shocked to see her). She kept her gaze level, raising a fine brow as they insulted one another back and forth in that strange I hate you but not entirely way.

Men.

Taking a few steps forward, she stood a few feet behind Zidane, hip cocked to the side as she placed her hand on it. "If it's not too much trouble," she began, nodding slightly to the barkeep. "I have just arrived from a long trip. May we take a seat?" Polite was always the way to go, at least at first.