Oh, Tidus has that questionnaire, somewhere. Shoved in his room and entirely forgotten.

"Awesome, then you'll love working with Rol." His own grin is fun, playful. "Maybe you can even give him a hand. Don't know what you're used to, but he was some kind of leader back there. But not a general or anything. Basically," what he's trying to say, swinging out his hand, "he'll listen, if you've got ideas. We don't try and be an army, but we wanna keep prepared. All that."