[ Degenbrecher - it's a stately name, and it suits the woman giving it, Aerith thinks, giving her an appreciative nod once she settles on the floor beside her. The other woman's question makes her laugh, shaking her head quickly as she looks around the elevator, eyes narrowing briefly at the figures in the paintings who are looking on like they're front row at an interesting spectacle. ]

I don't think I've ever been anywhere this fancy. [ Maybe the Shinra building, but she'd rather not equate that to fine surroundings, even in the most general sense. ]

Just the elevator is nicer than most of the houses where I live.

[ Turning back to Degenbrecher, Aerith wonders if she's used to places like this - that she wasn't even phased by the talking paintings is certainly curious all by itself. ]

Are you?