Yotsuyu takes a long huff from her pipe, blowing smoke into the nearby air. She tries her best to keep her expression unreadable; is she impressed? Looking down on Ena? Bored? It could be any of those above, and her cheerful moogle isn't doing much to help solve the problem.

Eventually, she turns her gaze towards the surrounding area, and then back towards Ena.

"I am not from around here, no. But I am sure this will not prove too much of a challenge. I can't imagine that the old geezer will pose much of a threat to me."

Me, not us. Me. Yotsuyu knows who she's here for, and Ena has done nothing so far to earn her trust.