The Cait Sith mascot was there all of a sudden, steering a pointy-eared, wide-eyed female to sit across from the man. He wasn't noticing, yet.

Liadrin wasn't certain what to say. She'd had no time (and better yet, no interest) in these sort of things at home. There was a war to be fought, and hopefully won, and now, here.

She cleared her throat delicately, and decided to offer the fellow an answer. He deserved that, at least.

"I've never been owned by a chocobo, but my favorite mount is a horse. His name is Retribution, if you must know," she said, a low chuckle escaping her throat.

May as well make the best of it. The worst that could happen is she made a friend.