Vossler: We've secured an Atomos. Come!
Balthier: An Atomos? All skiff, no ship...hardly fit for a leading man.
Vaan: So I can fly it then?
Fran: You're mad!
Vaan: How old were you again?
Fran: *walks away without a word*
Balthier: Ugh! Nice, Vaan!
Ashe: Ugh!
Larsa: Surprisingly rude!
Penelo...