When the lady finally went from swerving her head around to noticing the moogle carrying her hat, Mogwell was rather grateful for the burden being lifted off of his limbs. That hat was actually fairly heavy, for the petite little creature; the way the girl managed to twirl it around back upon her head made it seem so easy! Her reaction afterwards, then seemed very normal up until when she began to shout her name and title as if she were some spectacular sight (and perhaps she was, not that Mogwell would know). Still, through plain, slitted eyes Mogwell looked at the girl fully and nodded to her thanks.

What soon thereafter followed was a verbal strike against the mage and the moogle, coming from a blue-haired, white clothed lady who for all the world acted like the owned the world. The sun's light glinted through the offender's spectacles as she stared daggers down at the pair, showing herself off in a so arrogant manner that a seed of vengeance sparked in the moogle. "KUPO! Ku-popo kupo Ku ku-po, kupo ku KUPO!? [Hey! Who do you think you're calling a [i]pet[/i], you white WITCH!?]" Mogwel yelled, flailing his tiny arms angrily at the lady.