Yorda blinked at Cid, unaware that she had to do anything in particular. "What do we have to do?" she asked, tilting her head to one side as she cupped her mug of tea. She sipped again as she waited for an answer, looking around the room. The girl really had no idea what Cid was talking about; Yorda in particular didn't pay attention as to whether she ate standing up or sitting down, not knowing (or caring, perhaps) which was normal.