She follows him, trying her best to mimic his movements. Her friends would be great at this, a thought that inspires her to try to be like Tifa or Cloud. Smooth, confident in their movements. She thinks she can do that.

The bats swoop past and Aerith's hand goes to her mouth, trying to muffle any sound that might escape. She looks over at the others that manage to make it across, glad to see them staying low to the ground and quiet. Their eyes are wide, the fear obvious in their faces, but the enemy leaves without any trouble. For now.

"I bet." She has to frown at the thought, but shakes it off. Better to focus on the rest of those across the street - she gestures at the people beside her, toward Red Wings, indicating they should be able to find safety inside. "Let's get the rest of them over here, hopefully we won't run into any more trouble."