It wasn't that Rikku didn't understand a certain sentimentality towards toys. She had three stuffed animals she'd had since childhood, all of which were safely tucked away on her bunk on the boat, but nobody knew about them. Her mother had made them for her, and Rikku would be damned if she ever got rid of them. But this kind of goth-looking lady carrying around a doll on the street felt very different somehow.
The question earned a surprise snort of laughter, and shook Rikku from her thoughts. "Hardly," she answered. "He was cat-calling. I taught him a lesson," she added, rather proudly. She nodded to the little... knight? Thing? "Did he hurt your doll?"