There's school here? [His ears catch onto that bit of interesting information. Strangely enough, like most other kids his age in existence, he didn't really care for school... and yet after getting swept up in the fear and panic of the l'Cie and fighting for the survival of himself, his comrades, and his world—he found himself missing it. Or, more accurately, he yearned for anything in his old life back... and even school wasn't exempt from that.

No, he must push that train of thought behind. Back where it belongs. He can't get comfortable here. Not when they need to get out and take care of their Focus.

Chin in hand, he leans forward on an elbow. Lightning's mention of the buildings doesn't escape his notice, either.]

And what do you mean... for the taking? If we're prisoners here... don't they tell us where we're supposed to stay?