[She coughed once into a cloth, grunting and wincing a little before shifting her seat so she wasn't facing Tifa. She didn't want to get the other woman sick, after all. there were some gifts you shared, some you didn't. So, she wedged herself into a corner on the train bench while the thunder outside rumbled softly. No hurry to get anywhere. She really didn't have anywhere to be, so why not just ride the train.

The question made her grimace some.]

Been feeling a little weird. I think it's the disease, but it might be something else. It's like I'm ... I don't. Almost like I'm floating in my own body. Trying to find a mooring to hook onto. Ever since the rite.

Which... might make sense? World might be figuring out exactly what I am. So it's not sure about that right now.

[There was something else. I was driving her to distraction, but she wasn't a girl comfortable about talking about her feelings with others. It might blurt out eventually, but she was as likely to swallow those feelings. Which, naturally, was the source of the current problem.]