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: Try to grow up please?
Vaan: So you two were close, huh?
Balthier: Close enough for fisticuffs. Driver, faster if you please. I would be loathe to expend any of the violence of my present mood on my companions.
Ashe: Our names may be notorious but our faces are not far known.
Vaan: True, true. You're a princess and we didn't even recognize you.
Ashe: I noticed!
Penelo: *motions as if to say 'shut the hug up'*