Ashelia - Amalia, she has to keep reminding herself - stops beside Balthier, examining their companions with a critical eye. She doesn't even try and hide it. If she's going to be risking her life for these people, she figures she has every right to make snap judgments. As far as she can see, at least she can Balthier will make it back for sure.

"Greetings. I am Amalia, and this is my...my partner, Balthier." The pause there is barely noticeable, but she can't help but stumble over those particular words. "Shall we?"