[ Now what indeed. Nearby, a girl with an unseemly amount of golden hair is simultaneously attempting to wring out her golden locks while pacing around nervously, muttering under her breath. A bird of her own is perched on her shoulder, though it is much smaller than a chocobo, looking at its partner with curiosity.

There's...about a bazillion and one questions in her head right now, but — right, one thing at a time. Working up her courage, she approaches the blonde boy and his chocobo, her hands pressed together in front of her. ]

Ummm — excuse me!

[ ...She turns, definitely addressing the chocobo now. ]

Have you seen a chameleon? He could be blending in anywhere, but he's my best friend and he must be terrified right now!

[ Still...asking the chocobo. Talking to animals is apparently a normal thing for her. ]