[The mess in Celes is too fresh in Fai's mind to let him be as cheery as he might have been, once upon a time. He hasn't been able to reach that level of false enthusiasm since Tokyo. But he's too stubborn and determined to fall to pieces in the middle of the street here, and certainly not all over some nice man just trying to help. So Fai keeps the smile plastered on, wipes a hand over his one eye quickly to dry the lingering tears, and makes an obvious show of glancing down at his clothes.]

I appear to be covered in quite a lot of blood, actually. Not mine! It's not mine, I promise. But I could probably use somewhere to clean myself up. You wouldn't happen to know where I could...?