Gaia waves off any hesitation over the handkerchief. She is not going to take it back at this time. Cid needs it probably and seriously. He can wash it first if he wants to return it that badly. Later.

But his... probably rhetorical question is met with a somewhat reproachful stare. She might not know exactly what was in the case but she does recognize the man from the Kwik Stop. That store was pretty amazing by her standards but it also was not, in Gaia's opinion, a place that had anything worth burning one's lifeforce for in order to get to sooner.

"Are you seriously saying that?" Why is he on trial... honestly. The petite teenager can't be more than sixteen, maybe seventeen max but here she is trying to dress him down. Her hands fall to her hips and she studies him for a moment.

There's a suspicion that he's not taking her seriously because of her age.

"What's your name?"