That someone nearby happens to be busying himself with studying something in a window display, and he frowns upon being disturbed. He turns his head, fixing Garnet with a steady, cold gaze, appraising her for a second or two before answering.

"North along this road then east when you reach the flower shop. Didn't your - moogle give you a map?" He spares a glance at her fluffy companion (his own is still looking into the window) before shifting his crimson eyes back to her.