"Mm?" she hummed, turning around and coming face to face with... what? Well, 'who' might be better, but Midna was quite sure she knew that face. She had been travelling with Link for sometime now and... well, suffice to say that his was a look that she wouldn't soon forget.

But this young man was different. He might have had the face but...

"Oh, I don't know about that," she sat piggy-back style on her poor moogle now, who was huffing and puffing with effort. "I'm sure he could be doing worse, but we're not going to find out if that's true, right Kulupa~?"

"K-kupooooo," the moogle grunted.

Leaning forward with a bent elbow, Midna rested her chin on an upturned palm. "So who are you supposed to be?"