That's a kind of power she hasn't seen before. The flan in Sunleth, the giant one, was made of thousands - millions - of smaller flan, but this is just one person, shifting his shape as easily as you swirl water in a cup. It's enough to make Serah gasp, softly, as she watches.

Then he apologises, eloquently and kindly, and her cheeks flush red at the defensive reaction she had earlier. "I'm sorry. I thought you were--" Well, a threat is pretty apt. Something from the sea, some natural part of this world. She clears her throat and clasps her hands behind her back, pulling her eyes back towards him so she's at least facing the person she almost attacked.

"I'm Serah, Serah Farron." And she's sure they've met now, but he doesn't seem to remember, so she bites her tongue.