[Good grief, this girl is a fucking socially awkward mess. The sharp discomfort and shaky shock in their link settles nicely in Zelos' crystal, and in its pathetic smallness Zelos actually has a mind to feel a little pity for his driver. She really has no clue how to do this, does she? Brushed by her messy anxieties, Zelos is suddenly overcome with the need to do something for her.

Okay, then. Zelos clasps his hands together in front of himself, laughing, and then points over at her.] "She did it, everyone!" [he agrees cheerfully. He gives her an awestruck look, sets one free hand on her shoulder.] "Wow! You're amazing. I'd love to get to know you better!"

[He couldn't care less.

Next, he looks at the rest of the people in the room. He turns the charms up to eleven and prays to the Architect above that they'll listen.] "Well, then. I guess this is when I get my time to get acquainted with my new driver." [He hums, smiles. Smile smile smile.] "Sylvarant won't wait forever. Better be quick and efficient about this, right? So the sooner we get this show on the road, the better!"

[He honestly wants nothing to do with her, displaced familiarity and curiosity be damned. She is his driver. Zelos never asked her to drag him back. As soon as they're out of sight he'll probably use the time to wander about the room complaining in order to get her annoyed and stop her from interacting with him further, maybe, as well as try to gather up his end of the emotional link to try and keep it under wraps for the rest of this resonance.]