The resort is taking their sweet time at remedying the situation, mm?

[But even in his brief time here, he's seen that disparity in practice — not unlike those who dwell above the plate and those below it, only here the disparities are in card rank assigned, and there doesn't seem to be any clear indication of what criteria goes into what you end up with. What that means is, if this man's room is flooded and it hasn't already been fixed with a flurry of apologies and urgent catering, then he's not someone the resort deems worthy of the hassle. One of the low ranks — or one of the current undecideds, like him.

And yet he's company, and that's not nothing. At this point he thinks he'd even take fraternizing with the embittered civilians of the Midgar slums, if it meant not being by his lonesome.]

We had a villa on the beach when I was younger. I used it sometimes, so I suppose this is...nostalgic.

[Another crude firework goes off overhead; its proximity to his remark makes him laugh a little.]

Well. Not that part. Pyrotechnicians back home aren't nearly so creative as that.