The Kree. Definitely not on Ivalice anymore. Fran frowns slightly before schooling her expression once more to given attention to the woman again. She certainly seems quite ecstatic about her armor that much was certain. Strange.

"Aye, most do not see such work. The Viera do not come from the village to mingle with others." That probably brought up more questions. "I have not heard of your people either. I have only just arrived and this world is nothing like my own. No Mist is here." And while she had felt lonely after discarding her people, the lack of the Mist here made her feel... empty? No, that was not right. Like a piece of her was gone. A sense, cut off.

She gives her head a toss, the long length of her hair swinging behind her. "I am Fran from Ivalice."