As an engineer, I've never been the sort to leave anything to chance.

[He brings a hand to his mouth, frowning.]

The odds are certainly against us. There's no telling how the people of this island will even react to what we're doing. If we leave too much frozen, they won't be grateful, I know that much.

[He nods at the comment about looking for a scribe.]

I thought similarly. The closest I found was someone who appeared to be heading this way. They ran off, though. Didn't even stop to speak to me.

[Cid genuinely feels bad for that.]

It's... difficult. We know scarcely anything about what happened here.