[ As the door slides open, Aranea ushers Prompto inside, keeping a careful gaze on his six until they're both safely behind a closed door. In this apartment, the air conditioning continues to hum reassuringly, despite the limited power available.

And Aranea is, quite helpfully, checking out the kitchen. The fridge has a built-in water and ice dispenser; considering the rationing, it's either very wasteful or a sign that this floor is even more obscenely wealthy than the previous floor, with its multiple bedrooms. ]

How much do you think a place like this costs a month?

[ More than she makes or will possibly ever make.

Back to what he was saying a moment ago, though - ]

That night, at the campfire, I told you that you needed to figure out what you want. I was tired of hearing you twist yourself into knots over what you thought everyone else wanted.

You figured it out eventually. I was ready to leave you there if you couldn't rally, but you picked yourself up.

[ Because it isn't her style to pepper her words with adjectives, she leaves off there. ]