[This boy was not dressed like a Spiran, but he looked out of place among whom Lulu could only assume were the natives of this strange place. She thinks of the boy from Zanarkand, considers the possibility of such a thing happening again. She hasn't quite accepted the idea that it may be happening to her.

After a second or two of mulling over this, she answers, not hesitating.] Spira. I hail from the island of Besaid, to the south. It's a stone's throw from the neighboring island of Kilika.

[She crosses her arms in front of her. It isn't necessarily meant to be intimidating, but it may come off that way anyway.] And you?