[B]Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock[/B]

Small talk. Was that what the boy behind her wanted from her? Gratia's initial response would have been to ignore him and simply continue waiting for the airship in silence; she did not have the time or energy to waste on conversing with people she did not particularly care about. However, she was in a surprisingly good mood today (though her fuse was slowly shortening as the day went on, especially with the airship being so fucking late) and so decided again that she'd humour the boy. There was little that she could do beyond stand around impatiently or listen to music, and she had yet to switch out another tape of the latter to provide her with some form of amusement. If nothing else, it would be a time-killer of sorts.

"[color=66cd00]I suppose,[/color]" she replied, though her tone was somewhat half-hearted. Windy days were far more prevalent in Mistral than they were here in Vale, it seemed. The Huntress was used to them; they were a constant part of life in the far-flung city-state, so the breeze was merely the norm for her.