[The moogle isn't much made for high wind speeds either, clutching onto the railing to make sure she isn't blown away. But her wings beat softly and keep her balanced and she seems to mostly have herself under control.

Still, the little one hesitates at the invitation, frowning softly.]

Um, sorry, kupo. I'm trying to find someone. I was hoping she'd be here, kupo. Have you seen a woman with brown hair named Mary? She'd be dressed a little like a pirate.