Well. At least that was a normal enough question. "The name's Cid." He'd refrain from mentioning the bits about how he was one of the best pilots he knew - she hadn't asked (and probably would've asked what a pilot was) and it wasn't like he had a ship in the damned place.

Working on it, yes. But he hadn't gotten all that far, yet.

"Depends on what kind of store it is. Some of 'em sell weapons, some of 'em sell clothes... you just gotta know which kind you need." A pause as the rumble of her stomach echoed in the room. "And I think I can guess which one that is."