[ She startles, but stands up, feeling a surge of anger. ]

I invited you into my home and what is the first thing you do? [ She hisses, eyes flashing. ] Fetishize my race. And yet I didn't kick you out, because it wasn't your fault you don't know.

You don't know what it was like in Deerington or Eorzea, just as I don't know what it was like on your fucking train.

If this place is a wonderous haven for you then so be it! I am happy for you. But for others it is a hell all its own, and you can damn well respect that opinion in turn, Tony Stark, even if it offends you.

[ She heads toward the door to gather her things. ]

The answer to your question:

Au Ra are a rarity in Eorzea, as the original auri refugees were all ruthlessly slaughtered. Rarities fetch a high price on the markets.

So, too, do women.

[ She doesn't bother changing her shoes, or putting on her jacket. She does, however pause as she opens the door. ]

I have been the Warrior of Light since I was born. Six years ago.

At least I have an excuse for being a selfish, immature load of shit.

What's yours?

[ And she'll just. Politely shut the door behind her, then take a moment to try and compose herself before she returns to her house. ]