Eight was equally confused, her gaze turning to the hand on her shoulder to Tidus back to Inigo. She still wasn't sure what they were thinking, but was starting to believe they didn't see her as a threat.

Perhaps she was too used to being seen as a dangerous outsider. Perhaps they really did see her as a friend.

...and perhaps she should be a little cautious of what she reveals. These two seem kinda dumb.

"Okay." She gives a full nod. "I still likely won't, though. They required upkeep and if I'm their general I won't be a very good one without being able to provide them with food and accommodations."

Her fingers begin to knit, the awkwardness becoming palpable. "Can we change the subject from my hair?" Ideally forever.