[ Tifa had spotted Aerith down near the bakery. It didn't matter that they'd only known each other a short time back at home; Aerith was her friend, and she wasn't letting this place get the better of her. Nami had done that for Tifa, and Tifa was doing it for Aerith now.

So she'd beelined toward the other and immediately swept her to the elevators so they could talk in her room before anything weird happened. It seemed like the elevators had other thoughts.

Aerith turns that bright, innocent look at her, and she knows her face is betraying her actual feelings. No smiles here, just a pained look as she tucks her hair behind her ear, vaguely wondering if she's making Tifa uncomfortable dressed like a Turk like this. It wasn't her choice, either, but that didn't feel like the right place to start. ]

I think...you haven't been here very long. This place likes to, uhm, make people...get off before it lets them go. And we're trapped in a box right now.