[The affectation she gives her voice certainly helps it to carry, and Balthier manages to settle for smiling rather than outright laughter at hearing her say his name in such a way— her performance, of course, is just fine, but the absurdity of the entire situation they're doing their very best to force is so great that it's difficult not to laugh.

He's glad to see innocent bystanders scattering in different directions, rather than lingering in the plaza. Better for them to be well out of the way before anything gets too heated, and he clears his throat softly before responding to her, ensuring to speak clearly enough that his voice carries, as well.]

One can only hope it's something that will showcase your loveliness and talent as they ought to be. T'would be a terrible waste otherwise, don't you think?

[He, too, feels a tension building between his shoulders as he gets the feeling that they're being watched, and even as he steers the pair of them into what may as well be a spotlight in the center of the plaza, he catches a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye— a figure all in black, complete with a mask and a glint of metal that betrays the presence of the sword he carries.]