[ Tracer, huh? He can work with catchy nicknames. He commits both names to memory, however. The last thing he wants to do is forget someone's name, you know? ]

You could say that! [ That's a "yes". ] My buddies and I were sorta...hunters back home. Monster hunters. It's a pretty reliably way to make a few gil. And - not to brag or anything, but we were pret-ty good at it.

[ There's a lot that goes unsaid in this explanation, a casual definition of a topic that's difficult for him to talk about right now: home. ]

What about you? [ He's falling into a familiar rhythm, making chit-chat while watching for signs of life in the trees. He hasn't noticed anything yet, though, and that in itself is strange. Where are the birds? The aforementioned bugs? It can't just be this quiet. ]