Raven listened carefully to the rest of the man's speech, not sure whether to shake his head sadly or be amused by this man--Jecht's--audaciousness. He certainly had a few things he wanted to ask, but he didn't particularly want to make a show of himself in this place.

Bein' cautious now, old man? Won't get anywhere like that.

He'd been in Paixao almost a week now, and hadn't gotten any satisfactory answers to anything. Time to put being "Raven" to good use. He stepped forward finally, raising a hand to catch Jecht's attention, the other tucked habitually into his belt.

"Well now, those're some fine words, sir Jecht, but d'ya have a plan of action ta go along with 'em? Speakin' about hope is all well an' good, but what exactly's bein' done ta get us all home?"