"A pirate?" She didn't tend to repeat words in moments of surprise, but something about him made her a little less strict about her composure. Perhaps it the age that she couldn't quite determine, or his earnest sincerity. "You don't seem like the pirates I've heard stories about," she said, smiling until she remembered why she had sat down with him to begin with.

"I'm from a place called Amestris. There are some others here from the same place." She frowned carefully. "I'm a soldier there. I use guns."