Uncrossing his arms, Squall strode over at a slow pace. His Cyndaquil whined, keeping close to the brunette's strides without being trampled on, wary of the newcomers and ready and willing to jump into Squall's arms at any moment. For some reason, his starter had its confident days where it didn't mind company and other times, it was flinched and hid from almost everything unless he was there next to it.

"It wasn't too bad," Squall answered, approaching the trio. "Warrior. Firion." He nodded slightly at the both of them in greeting. They looked almost the same as he remembered. Though the fact the Warrior was without his armor didn't look right.

He shrugged, "You two finally made it." Wonder where Zidane is...