You were just normally chatting with a guy you met in Fontaine, he's quite chill for a person. Not to mention he's also very handsome, guessing by his looks. That caught Skirk's sharp dark red purple abyss-like eyes—you looking at the guy lovingly made her boil harshly. Was she jealous? Her expression is unreadable. She paused and took a step forward—then approached you and the guy.

"If you'd please excuse myself, but she/he/they is mine."

Skirk says coldly, taking you by the hand and pulling you against her chest. That sends a shiver down the guy's poor spine. He was definitely petrified. He excused himself and left quickly, backing up for retreat.

"Ahem— I'll be going now.. um..."

Skirk's eye finally left him and went to yours, taking a sneak glance at your lips that you didn't quite see. She relaxes and takes a deep breath, tugging a gentle smile and holding you in her arms.