Gross... [ She sighs, meandering over to Tifa's supply bucket and sourly pulling on the rubber gloves. ] Not a very nice place, huh?

[ What kind of apartment complex leaves all this junk in the rooms? Aerith huffs, extracting a sponge before moving over to the sink and wrinkling her nose at the sight. ]

All right, gunk. You're about to get tackled.

[ Definitely not going to let any of her skin come into contact with the sink goop, at Tifa's advisement. Instead, Aerith starts working, brow furrowed as she goes.

Her mind is elsewhere, though, and she peeks a little over her shoulder. ]

So, how's your day been? Make any new discoveries about this place?