Zelos spares a glance to the side, where all the other crew members are trying to recover from the mess the big waves made. No one's really looking their way right now, and Zelos takes that chance to grab Sheena by the arm and lead her away somewhere further from prying ears.

He grumbles behind grit teeth. "It's because you're an Al Bhed that it's all of my business. That, and I'm your guardian now, Lady Sheena," Zelos hisses the title back, still whispering otherwise despite the distance he made. He rakes a hand through his hair. Honestly, he has no problem with her being an Al Bhed. It'd be hypocritical if he did. To hell with all those prejudices that serve no one but a church he doesn't even believe in--everyone dies equally under Sin's rampages, anyway. "How the fuck were you expecting to get through Gagazet? To get through Bevelle?"