Engrossed in a set of what appeared to be building plans, Kuja was tilting his head to one way, and then the other. A hand was perched under his chin as he looked everything up and down -- wondering if any changes should be made... when he was quite rudely interrupted by the sound of a girl's voice.

The genome looked briefly appalled, as she questioned him. "Who am I?" his tone was rather indignant -- what right did this girl have to come into this place and ask him such a thing? For that matter --

"What are you doing here, child?" he looked down his nose, still weighing out how exactly to deal with this... unexpected guest.