Kuja didn't find any particular magic in fireworks (they're just explosions, people, honestly), but the opportunity to go on an airship ride that would almost certainly prove illuminating to his concerns about this city that he can't help but go. He'd spent a not-inconsiderate amount of time mindlessly exchanging pleasantries with people who clearly didn't have any of the answers he wanted, and was just beginning to contemplate taking a swan dive off the side if this Hypello would not cease its prattling this instant when he spots a familiar face. An escape!
"Goodness just look at the time I'm late for a meeting so sorry to cut and run goodbye."
He joins Ashe by the railing, having eschewed his bolero for a more formal affair. "You know, this is the second time I've stumbled across you, next to a balcony and clearly in need of a means to vent. What's troubling you this time, Alma?"