"Not that I'm aware of." He shakes his head, grateful for the shift in their conversation away from a subject that's clearly uncomfortable for the both of them. It should be weirder but it feels surprisingly normal to slip into this kind of casual camaraderie, sharing information like it's just another mission that they're planning.

Of course, the grief and confusion still roils just beneath the surface, peeking from between the cracks of his normal stoic facade. But he's already quickly made the decision not to burden her with these heavy feelings anymore than necessary.

"Tifa and I both got here at the same time." Well, that's impossible to really verify but they definitely woke up in the same warehouse together, so he's not going to bother splitting hairs over such a distinction. "I guess that was about a month ago."

What other context can he provide her, that isn't so overwhelming right off the bat? "There was another group of people that showed up between then and now." Obviously, nobody they know is included among that group.

"This world is dangerous, Aerith." Maybe even more so than their own, in certain ways. "It may not look that way right now, on the surface, but there's been a lot that's happened in only a short amount of time since we got here."