"For all that fuss, ya' really are soft for them," Cindy teased as she came up with her own bird in tow, the reins resting around her arm as the rather unkept looking chocobo looked from one thing to the next, ducking it's head down to peck at something on the ground before doing the same to Cindy's jacket. Oh look a rock--wait there's something floating in the air--!

Despite it's attention issues Cindy had managed to saddle it and get her bags strapped in place, the mechanic sliding her gloves on now and making sure her fingers sat in snug.

"Better be careful or they'll start pickin' up on it, Mr. Amicitia."