So far so good, Yylfordt thought, the dude didn't seem to be a frothing lunatic. His accent was weird, though. He sounded more like an Al Bhed that had been living in Archades, except his accent wasn't quite Archadian.

Definitely not a Home boy, anyway. Probably best to stick to formal Al Bhed anyway; full flow Home dialect tended to be lost on anyone that wasn't from there.

"Got back last night," he said. "The name's Yylfordt," he hesitated, considering where they were and the fact that if this guy had been in the building for more than two hours he would have invariably met Szayel, and just as invariably been hit on by Szayel. "Yylfordt Granz," he added, waiting for any flicker of recognition at the surname.