Tayuya shook her head and glanced at Apache before rolling her eyes in solidarity. Yylfordt had been, in a tediously lame and nearly adorable way, showing off to her half the day so far. The rest of them were used to him about machina, but she'd seen his geektastic enthusiasm for the subject at full tilt lately. It had been a bit like watching a chick in a shoe shop.

It'd be cute if it wasn't about fucking machina, but at least he'd managed not to go eyeing up every single scantily clad Al Bhed girl they'd run across so far. Until they'd got to the random mechanic Kadaj had waved to, anyway, and Tayuya still wasn't sure if that was more Yylfordt being a fucking fanboy than anything else.

"No desert oysters, for fuck's sake, Moocow," she said. "We want shit we can swallow." She realised what she'd said a moment too late, and scowled at herself.