"Us two, at least," says Balthier, approaching the group of people, having only caught that last inquiry. He's dressed as he ever is, light armor not of Earth, fully equipped. (Like you do.) Accompanying him is a brown-haired woman who holds herself just as aristocratic - or perhaps more - equally armored. He holds one hand up in greeting, brief. "Apologies for the delay, we ran into a bit of a roadblock and decided against risking infection for speed.

"We can be caught up on the way - if we need to go, let's get moving." He nods to Sonja and Ilde. Hello, ladies.