Isa wasn't interested in being roped into helping strangers, but he also had no wish to cause any strife as long as he didn't have to. He's had enough of fighting war, one he was manipulated into at that.

He's felt that this place tempers powers, but he's long learned that it never hurts to be careful - even a bit too careful perhaps. At least when it came to dealing with Darkness.

Especially when currently aggravated but some guy who apparently liked to stick his nose his nose in other people's business.

Isa doesn't bother to turn in his direction, still facing his Moogle instead. He speaks rather quietly, but decisively. "Nothing of interest to you."