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Cyll instinctively accepted the handshake from Corday, slightly dazed from how cheerful she was despite [i]crashing a ship into the fucking ground.[/i] He took a step aside to let both the erune and the harvin through, watching as the duo made it over to the cargo secured to the ship's deck. The mustached man quickly began inspecting every nook and cranny while the tanned woman just watched him do it, as if the ship was more important than anything else that went on in the moment. Cyll walked up as well, ears twitching as he stared at the comparatively small airship.

Then the gears in his head started to turn.

Cyll's ears perked up and he took a step back, balling one of his hands into a fist. Both of them asked where the nearest town was, but the erune boy didn't feel inclined to answer that one. He also didn't feel very concerned for either of them anymore.

[color=9ea6ba]"Somehow..."[/color] he started, eyes darting around in case anybody else was hiding. Nobody was around, of course, but it didn't hurt to be safe.

[color=9ea6ba]"...I don't think either of you are Zweite."[/color]

He really should've noticed sooner, with how the Corday's armor didn't fit right and the harvin wasn't even wearing any. You also don't just lose an engine and thus crash an airship for no reason; these guys must either be shitty pilots, or shot down... and considering how the harvin knew what he was looking for when it came to the smaller aircraft, Cyll didn't think it was a lack of piloting skill.

[color=9ea6ba]"What the [i]hell[/i] are you two doing with a stolen ship?"[/color]