[All those little things she understood a little too well. Mistmade magick was easier to mask and as common as water on Ivalice, but the reason for her tunic being as covering as it was? The brands of power emblazoned on her back and the tendrils of dark "ink" wrapped around her upper arms were hardly wholesome in nature. But it wasn't anything like that that'd given Robin away, it was just a smell in the air, the way her Libra-enhanced senses had twitched when she looked at him, and a little bit of guesswork.]

That's a dramatic way of saying you're a mage, but I understand what you're getting at.

[It was almost something that person would say. Almost.]

And that's a fair estimate. I've traveled my world and I've learned magicks from all over to defend myself. You could say I'm something of a wanderer, at the very least, but I'm a navigator, as well.

[Which sounds a little better than resistance fighter and sky pirate.]