Well met, Seifer. [ It felt strange to be falling back on formalities now, but if treating with Emet-Selch and the Garleans had taught her anything it was that she was perhaps a bit off putting in her forwardness. Not something she'd ever intended, but neither something she'd ever thought about before. This way others could set their own pace for how swiftly they considered them on friendly terms, or ask to remove the honorific prefix when they felt ready to do so.

Congrats Seifer, you get to the be the first. Let's try doing a few quests or instances together before we party up, take this nice and slow.

Ziva gives a satisfied nod at that, then looks amused at his guess. Was it a for real guess, or was he simply shooting in the dark? Either way. ]

Just so. I'm an adventurer by trade, but I learned early on that it would be better to pick up a few others along the way. Making coin stretch between ventures is a lot easier when you can craft and mend your own supplies. If you've the interest, I wouldn't mind helping you "test out" your potential, too.

[ Though as her eyes adjust a bit more in the dark of the carriage she takes notice of a feature on his face, and she's not sure how she missed it before.

Without thinking much about it one of her hands comes up to touch at the same spot on her own face but stops short, brow furrowing as she realizes something, and then her eyes going a little bit wide. ]

... Huh.