"Two's pretty good," Tidus offers with a sympathetic tilt with the head, pace slowed down to the side of the booth seating opposite from where Soldat sits. Figures that's the way to speak about it anyway, though for himself- "None for me, but I'm fine with that. They've got good lives back in Spira. And I'm far from lonely."

He scoffs lightly, a joke at their cramped conditions, the side of his elbow then leaning against the soft padding of the seating.

"But I had something to chat with you with! If you're just chilling?"

And up for a chat?