( The salute gets a snort from Benedikta. This man is ... something else, isn't he? She's disappointed in herself that he reminder her a little of Cid — if Cid were a little more overtly ridiculous and a little less focused on a singular goal. Seems like she has a type, huh? )

Benedikta Harman.

( She tilts her head, the tail-end of an eyebrow lifting just slightly. )

So, Dante. As you can see, I am a distressed damsel of the highest degree.

( Benedikta makes a lazy gesture towards herself: she is evidently not distressed, and women with attitudes such as hers are rarely helpless in the face of danger, but she seems to be enjoying the not-quite-ruse all the same. )

If we can get along, might you be interested in lending me your assistance from time to time? I can make it worth your while.