"So you've taken on a job without all the proper equipment," she says, saying what she assumes what he wants to say for him. That's too bad -- he should've read the fine print. Ena peers down into her cup of chicken, looking to see which piece to eat next. "I don't believe I know of any dragon ranches in Vaikuntha. Perhaps a silver chocobo will do?" A bit tongue-in-cheek; she knows that's a different class, but she's got chicken on the mind.