"I can hardly throw stones, myself," Celes smiled, pleased to see that Guy had appeared to relax a little. "Though, if he lectures me, he'd best bring a shield." She would spit the vitriol right back; Celes Chere would not stand to be lectured like some recalcitrant schoolgirl. Especially if she didn't deserve a lecture (which would only be served by a certain man in a yellow coat, thank you).

"And how did you meet our obtuse friend?" she said, turning the tables on to Guy. She wasn't much for keeping the interrogator's light on her, after all. Celes had quite enough of that for one lifetime.