Cid's eyes merely followed Ffamran's movement, not even paying much attention to, yes, his real gun. Nothing that deserved his attention. Venat bristled briefly, a small flicker of energy, but they both figured that Ffamran had at least enough intelligence not to draw the weapon.

However, they wouldn't mind knocking him down if he did.

But then the doctor's interest flickered across his gaze from just one word from the other's sentence. Esper. Cid's stance shifted, very slightly, and just a bit tense. Now.... how would Ffamran known about that...? A guess, perhaps? Bit of a good one.

Cid scowled. Curl-back of his lips. He would have voiced his current concerns about Ffamran's little guess to Venat, but to have the pirates overhear? He didn't need that. Though Venat had its own curiosities about this.

"And you're one to have such a grasp on madness?" He said instead of questioning. It was just a damn good guess. That's all.