Sheena's literal and emotional flashes of annoyance come as a surprise to Zelos, and as they come and go he's left blinking in confusion at his driver. He doesn't really get it, honestly. Don't call what what? A part of him is tempted to ask, but then Sheena distracts him by crouching next to him, close-but-not-really, giving them both enough space for it to not be uncomfortable. At least she's merciful, Zelos thinks. Not too bad.

Her eagerness to socialize is adorable, so obvious and amateurish in its execution that he has to laugh. At least he softens it with enough genuine amusement for it to pass off as actually amused, though. "Yeah, yeah," Zelos replies, looking back up to the sky. It's hypnotizing. He takes a second to take a deep breath, releases it in a loud sigh. "It's so much cleaner out here, don'tcha think? Even the ether tastes different."