Rydia found herself a little bit shocked as a man approached that looked to be carrying more weapons than he had fingers and toes, not a style she was too familiar with in her world. Where she came from, everyone seemed to choose one variety of weapon and stick with it, no matter if they found a much stronger weapon of a kind other than the one they preferred. She couldn't even remember ever seeing Cecil lay his hand on anything other than a regular old sword. But when the man moved past her and inquired about her transport, it drew her focus and made her smile lightly with amusement. Apparently, he hadn't seen her ride in on that serpent's head. "That 'giant serpent' has a name you know. It's Leviathan, and he happens to be my father," she said with faux indignance, only seeking to confuse him by not explaining that he was only a foster father to her when she had lived in the Feymarch. She thought about going back to live there from time to time, but decided she didn't want to come back to the human world when she was 60, only to find out only a month had passed. With the overdose of green between her hair and her clothing, though, she could certainly look the part of an Eidolon if she tried.