"What they look like?"

Tidus pipes up once the blond-haired guy's talking comes to a trailing end; listening, even if he's mostly been keeping an eye on where he's walking, trying to keep an eye out for what was described as 'cages' for the animals. Cages made by corrupted fire sprites, which Tidus could only imagine.

But he looks over to the guy then with his question, clarifying after a beat: "The jacka...lopes?"