[Voice][Public, and tripping from the results of Rikku's accident]

[The accent of the voice is rather French.]

I zay, vhat vas zat? It smells of cherries all of a sudden. It is not unpleazant, though. It reminds me of ze Festival, and of moonlit strolls in ze garden with ze lovely young ladies vhen I vas young...

[Takes another deep breath, and coughs a little.]

I believe it vould be a fine day for zome fencing. Who is vith me?