Kuja stands, when Ashe arrives, taking the opportunity to gesture between Ashe and Frisk. "I don't believe the pair of you have met. Ashelia, Frisk. Frisk, Ashelia. Thank you, by the way, for coming."

He checks the time, and turns to the airship, moving at a brisk pace towards it. "With any luck, this won't be anything at all like the last time, but even so..."

He sets foot on the deck of the airship, passing the pilot a bank note. "Fortune favors the prepared, I find."