Tyki pushed the kitchen door open and, this time, he didn't hold the door open for Road to enter first. Instead, he walked through it, upright and confident in his continued safety.

He looked at the two women at the table and rather hoped that his suit didn't look too dusty after their walk through the caverns. Well, first impressions mattered, didn't they?

"Good afternoon," he said in the common tongue of Ivalice, his Jyllandi accent rather different to Kreeth's. The smile he provided to accompany the words was, he hoped, disarming.