[Though their meetings were brief, fraught with more the more pressing matter of towers and peace talks (never mind the shrieking Sahagin), and conducted with little time for introduction, Aymeric requires little more than a passing second to recognize the face on his feed. Having been seated across from the Miqo'te on both occasions, he would have had plenty of time to memorize, if nothing else, his features.

But there is another reason he recognizes the man. Though Aymeric suspected he might never truly understand the breadth of the business tended to by the Scions, as one of the leaders of the Alliance-turned-Grand-Company, he was certainly privy to more than the average soul. And by the Fury, how he had poured over the reports that had followed the Scions return from the so-called shard. From the First.

He would know G'raha Tia, formerly the Crystal Exarch and Savior of Aymeric's own personal champion, in an instant.]

I suppose I can rest at ease, knowing that I have not only a fellow Eorzean in my midst, but a Scion of the Seventh Dawn at that. [Aymeric's lips curl up, almost verging on a smirk.] It would seem fate will continue to keep us from having a proper meeting. Always business with our bunch, t'would seem.