"Well... farewell, then, Miss Heurassein," he said, surrendering, but still sounding worried. He bowed briskly and tipped his cap unenthusiastically.

As he watched Estelle walk off, he ran his fingers through his hair: a nervous habit. After a a few moments, when Estelle turned the corner at the end of Town Square, Thomas sighed, shook his head, and shrugged. "Women," he said quietly to himself, "are quite impossible, no matter what world they come from."

He glanced up at the sky -- still not far from mid-day, the tour of the town hadn't taken long -- then moved back into the park towards an empty bench. Still had to read up on the differences between physical and special attacks, after all.