If there had been any doubt before-hand, Balthier knew for sure then that he wasn't even in the same world, no matter how impossible that may have seemed. His home was capable of fantastic things, all involving some sort of destruction capabilities. Deifacted nethicite, manufacted nethicite, the espers, the Occuria, Mist, paths that only opened for the right people or species.

But yet something so simple as a flying carpet couldn't be found in the entire world. If it could... well, its owner would be bloody rich, just for the sheer novelty of it. He'd have to keep that in mind when its practical usage had run its course.

"What have we here," he said aloud, amazement only just touching his voice and eyebrows arching at the carpet's affectionate move.

The Strahl, besides very obviously not being in this place, Paixao, would have been far too clunky to have been any use inside the dome. That would have left him to searching the whole city on foot. And having stepped inside of the domes revealed one thing to be certain: it would take days to cover every inch of this place.

Balthier had never been one for patience, really. And thanks to the lovely carpet, he didn't need patience. He could fly over the city while scouring for his friends. Granted, Basche, Vaan, Penelo, and Ashe wouldn't stand out at all, but Fran would stick out like a sore thumb. And he had more loyalty to her, even after everything they'd been through, than to anyone else.

And he'd feel a hell of a lot better if he were at least stranded with her.

"So, flying carpet. How about a little ride, hmm?"