"Oh, th-thank you!" the creature cried out in response. "I was just fluttering by watching the fireworks show when this blast of energy knocked me out of the sky. I tried to stay aloft, but I think my wing is hurt." The creature pointed to one of the purple bat-like wings that sprouted from her back. From her testimonial, it seemed these tiny wings gave her the ability to fly. "As for me, my name is Mo... uh... Molly. Yeah! I'm a Moogle, but I'm not like those normal kupo-spewing, cutemongering, pompom-fluffed moogles. I'm dangerous!"

If Molly didn't look so pitiful on the ground, her arms barely able to reach the ground to pull her forward, her declaration of danger may have been seen as comical. As it was, Julian held back a chuckle as he wracked his brain on these creatures. Moogles had been mentioned in one of his briefings as a Pulsian creature with some potential, but that they were definitely too dim-witted and fearful to be useful. Perhaps Molly was different. "What can we do to help, Molly?" he asked, deciding to focus on the situation at hand before trying to recap what had just happened before he was even certain of it himself. Besides, they did npt know the origin of the moogle. Perhaps she was a spy from Cocoon.  Seeing a Pulse brand on them may cause troubles.

"I'm just a little hurt," Molly replied. "I'm sure if you could find me a Kupo Nut, I would be just fine. No... no more Kupo Nuts. I'm getting chubby. A Potion should do, I think."