All I want is Ifrit for certain. Diablos, Shiva, and Siren for you, Quezalcoatal, Carbuncle, and Ifrit for me?

[To his second question, well. She can't even believe he's asking.] You should take it, sir.

[The sir is reflexive -- she's spent a year addressing the people who are now her comrades as such. She wants to pace, but she takes a seat anyway, recognizing perfectly well what'll happen when the airship takes off.]