Tidus can be easy to find, as long as Inigo isn't actually expecting him to be standing around. The closest pooling water is easy to find, the concrete under foot steamed and damp from the low fog that blankets over the sleek black stone. Tidus has been thoughtful though, keeping in view, except with his back turned and his head dipped upward, arms out on the edge of the springs.

"Heeyyyyyy," he drags lazily, pleasantly, like a guy in the moment of bliss. Ugh, the water is so hot. Water can be naturally like this? "No fancy introduction? Your lord has arrived, or something."

With the Your lord heavy and thick in accent. After all, Inigo likes to play up his introductions sometimes, doesn't he. He missed his chance!