Cup on the table, Tidus does a slow one-shake of the head, acknowledgement along with the hum close to a 'okay, okay' in response. Alright, he gets it--maybe. Kinda. Today's a lot for everyone.

But Tidus is still bewildered, looks at the guy again--notices better a difference in the man's face than he...sort of knew.

( ... But also, why Purple. )

"I'm used to you in red." Which will probably mean zilch to the guy, but it's like he needs to say something, a flat yet wry confusion off his tongue. Actually, and with another glance at him-- "And old...er."

Anyway.

"Welcome to being kidnapped?"