[After a long moment, Aerith takes a deep breath to steady herself before she sits up. There was a reluctance to it, her touch lingering in a way that said she'd clearly rather be hugged a bit longer, but her hands dutifully slid back into her lap when she let go. Then she let herself make a face, slumping back into her seat with a pout.]

I don't want to go back to the auction, they're all a bunch of creeps.

[Still pouting, she tapped her toes against the floor, sighing again as she let her head fall back to stare up at the ceiling.]

But, if I go back, maybe I can make some more money. Or maybe I'll go back out and try a couple more games. The dice games are okay for cash, but the auction's kind of better for payouts.

[With a groan, she covered her face with her hands, rubbing her forehead with her fingers only because if she dragged her hands down her face she'd ruin her makeup.]

This place is the worst!

[Not really, but...somehow it was nice to vent to him. The frustration had been bottled up all day, building and building until she was a fuse about to blow, and it was either pouting about it for a minute, or crying. And she'd rather not cry in front of anyone. Instead she got it out of her system, her shoulders slumping.]

I miss my little church. I'd go there to care for my flowers on bad days.