[Ogata was honestly planning on perusing the posted information about everyone later, after the crowd had dispered, but Flayn's reaction to hers had been... interesting, so he'd gone and looked.
After giving her some space, he comes looking. Because really, he has to ask. After a bit of looking around, he pads up silently behind her where she's investigating the isolation cabin.]
You know, you're quite a lot older than you look. [Hi.]
With a startled yelp, Flayn whirls around and throws out an arm to defend herself - which, uh, hopefully she won't connect with his face or anything, because the bracelets on her arm would probably be a little painful.]
[Luckily, he was standing far back enough to not get whanged, but he wasn't far enough back to avoid it completely... so she ends up giving him maybe the equivalent of a gentle slap. It's fine. He seems unfazed. Maybe slightly amused.]
You're reacting like someone who's doing something she shouldn't be doing. [Which? Maybe???]
...I said, I am not confirming it! I have nothing to say on the matter, save that I do not believe we ought to be giving those scraps of paper more attention than we already have.
[Frankly, Ogata thinks that Flayn protesting so much just confirms it's true. And he wants to ask what the fuck it means for her to be that old. But he can't when she's still refusing to admit it. So he'll drop it, for now.
He looks away, out into the fog, mulling things over for a moment.]
I imagine you could make a case for some people here deserving it, whatever this is. But that doesn't strike me as true across the board. You, Arisato, and C-3PO, at the very least, seem to only be guilty of thinking too positively.
[Healer.... sounds vaguely magical, and Flayn's hair is green, so... But for the sake of not having to consider more magical bullshit he's just going to think of her as a field medic.]
Have you ever killed someone, Flayn? [She probably saw this coming.]
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