Well, it seemed his skills in flattery weren't completely ruined by institute's limitations. Edgar smirked at her reaction, finding private enjoyment in it. He couldn't help but notice her manner of speaking was refined- she was a noble perhaps, or someone of the upper class. "Natalia it is, then. It's common practice for the staff to try to convince you you're someone else entirely. Just don't forget who you really are."

He leaned into the seat, trying not to think about Celes. Focusing on other pursuits was going to have to be a priority- it was likely there was nothing he could do for his friend now. "Tell me, what sort of place do you come from?"