[ Poor thing looked tense. If she didn't seem so underage, the witch would've offered her a drink. The best she gets is a gesture to the seat nearby to join her. ]

Oh believe me, there are a few others apart from the moogles who call this place home.

[ She takes a sip and a small smile curls on her lips at the second sentence. ]

I belong to no world in particular. You can say I exist between worlds.