Pardon me. Ah... [ Agnès looks back uncertainly at her own moogle--who is looking a bit cross at Zidane's. But even if there was a mail mix-up, that's not the fault of Zidane himself, so the young woman asks him mildly: ] I've heard... you may have gotten extra mail? [ If the growing pile around him isn't a clue. ] And I'm missing a letter. Perhaps it went to you?