“I don’t think this is the time for a theatrical performance, Lady Furina,” Lyney says tiredly. Air Force? What a strange play she seems to be acting in at the moment. She even says she’s from Fontaine. And that her name is Furina. It’s obviously her. “But regardless, I remain the Great Magician Lyney,” he says, sweeping a bow, “Currently missing my assistant. I don’t suppose you’ve seen my twin sister anywhere?” His tail flicks anxiously behind him.