Fang smirked at the encouragement from the pink-haired girl. She wasn't entirely sure whether she just had a heightened appreciation for violence or whether the Al Bhed had had that coming to him even before the faux pas he had just made.

It was probably a combination of the two.

Fang glanced around, looking to see if she could see any guards. There were none about, not close anyway, and the only people paying them any attention were a few shoppers who were casting them curious looks from their own conversations some distance away.