[ Aerith tilts her head, and the determination on her face is replaced with a brow quirked in gentle amusement. The whole situation has him uncomfortable enough to backtrack before he's even considered her suggestion, to seek a solution that they can surely both see won't work, even as he says it. While she knows nothing of bullet-resistance, even from where she stands the windows look too thick to do anything about with fists alone, and besides...

She reaches out, puts a gentle hand on his forearm. ]

Somehow I think they'll have thought of that, Rude.

[ Aerith sighs. She understands. They've known each other for a long time now, and those at Shinra have always seen her a certain way, and— ]

I'm not a little girl anymore, you know. I know what I asked you. And I'm pretty sure that wherever we are, I'm just... normal, now. Like anyone else. So ... if you're only saying no because you're worried about me... you don't have to, I promise.