The hand on his shoulder earned a note of surprise and a quick, almost uncertain glance - people did not touch him in such a way ever - but this man continued to be an oddity to him. Strangely enough, the saga continued in a way that did not repulse the Genome.

Kuja shifted his weight to one leg but did not brush the hand aside, as he might have done before, waiting to see what would become of it. "Nothing. But does it not strike you as odd that this time piece does not move and has not in weeks, and nothing has been done about it?"