It was harder to read a rat's face than a human's, but Setzer guessed she was annoyed as well as armed--and when she spoke, she erased all doubts. Was he still making up for all the good luck he used in bringing down Kefka? Really, there was no other explanation. As if in reminder of this fact, the chocobo nipped his fingertips hard, and he withdrew them with a hiss to massage the pain away.

And the lady rat grew ever more impatient, it seemed. "Me? I'm playing the role of Dame Fortune's latest plaything. And you?" Setzer sounded congenial enough, though he suspected she wouldn't appreciate it in the slightest.