"I do not own that shop," he scowled in response. It was obvious that the topic put him into a foul mood, but he supposed that he needed to go to the shop eventually, and even if it wasn't himself that owned it, the girl mentioned that it had parts in it, so at least something that did have the name "Cid" attached to it wasn't utterly useless.

Hopefully.

He stood out in the street, no longer paying attention to the girl. He didn't see a use for her any longer. He cocked his head to the side and asked, "Which way?" - a question poised for Venat, however, the girl didn't know that.