Oracle had already done her fair share of investigating the weaponry shops -- that is, she checked out two before deciding it was a hopeless effort because everything was just so old-fashioned -- but she was nonetheless passing by one of them when the front window suddenly shattered, courtesy of some unfortunate human's trajectory.

Oracle stopped abruptly, just short of stepping on the man's head, and her moogle ended up bumping into her from behind. "What's the mat-- ooohhh," he observed darkly, peering over her shoulder.

Oracle glanced sidelong at the armored girl in the shop, clearly the source of that little display.

"Problems?" she asked lightly.