In his head, all Balthier assumes is Oh, well, she must be a terrible shot, then, and thinks it's rather polite of her to decline. But alas, while he does have a sword strapped to his back, he's not particularly keen on letting anyone else touch the Masamune; katanas with the power to send building-sized monsters flying occasionally cause more problems than they solve them, when wielded by anything less than an expert. (Which he is.)

So he shrugs, re-holsters, and then gives Max a smile that's very c'est la vie. "The hope that you're very lucky, and wish me some."

And thus Balthier turns and heads inside, sliding his sword out of the sheath on his back as he does so, heading with cautious determination towards the unnaturally huge crow. Once he's in the foyer, he can tell that it's not just the shadows making it hard to discern. The thing isn't solid. Half to himself: "A mist creature?"