He shoots the boy one last, narrow look. He wouldn't put it past them to push him in regardless...but he decides to head off any such ideas by undressing behind a thick bush. He strips down to his undergarments and leaves everything folded neatly. His phone, alchemy pouch, and other small items are sandwiched between the layers.

Should Zidane manage to steal his phone whilst the older man has his back turned, he will find very few close contacts listed: Felih, Hythlodaeus, Irhya, The Matriarch.

As expected, the water is freezing. "By Zodiark, that chills," he grouses.