The only inkling of space, for Aerith at least, comes from a friend of hers who was a pilot. Otherwise, she's always had plenty to worry about right on the ground. She settles down in the other chair, taking a drink of her tea.
It isn't too bad. It's something at least.
"Space kidnapping." She says it out loud, musing on it. "Definitely seems a lot harder to deal with than your typical run of the mill kidnapping. I do have some experience with that." She says this on a sigh, fingers tapping against her glass. "You think maybe there's some kind of relation there? Us being kidnapped previously, and here we are."
She's mostly joking - seems much more complicated than that - but she knows they have a lot to deal with ahead, and why not just take a break from the heaviness of it for a minute? This is how she copes - by ignoring it. VShe's fine, everything's fine.
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It isn't too bad. It's something at least.
"Space kidnapping." She says it out loud, musing on it. "Definitely seems a lot harder to deal with than your typical run of the mill kidnapping. I do have some experience with that." She says this on a sigh, fingers tapping against her glass. "You think maybe there's some kind of relation there? Us being kidnapped previously, and here we are."
She's mostly joking - seems much more complicated than that - but she knows they have a lot to deal with ahead, and why not just take a break from the heaviness of it for a minute? This is how she copes - by ignoring it. VShe's fine, everything's fine.