Edmond steeled himself, very rigid under the stranger's touch. He had things to do here, desperate prayers to Groudon to say, a final act to perform. This man was a fool if he thought he could stop him. Then again, it seemed like he just had the wrong person.

"The ash must have gotten in your eyes, sir. If, by addressing me with a woman's name, your intention was to compliment me on my attractiveness, I can assure you that I am most definitely not in the mood for flirtatiousness."