[He flinches when Namur kicks what's left of the coffin, and again when he's patted on the head. It's hard for him to avert his eyes with a huge slab of fishman taking up most of his field of vision, but he makes a valiant attempt.]

SeeD? All the way from Balamb? My word. Though I suppose that's only to be expected. [He offers Maria a weak smile.] Well, heaven forbid I interrupt your good work, my dear, but... I ought to confess, after those fiends chased me up here, I'm not entirely certain I could find the way out... [Subtext: halp.]