[ It's not home, not really. But perhaps it's the closest thing they can get, here. Even places that seem like home - like Tifa's bar - they're wrong, somehow. And while there's still a part of her that wants to find her field, there's also the fear that if she did, it would be wrong somehow, wrong in the same way everything else has been. And being the closest thing also means that it's somewhere she can rest, or sleep - if she ever needs to sleep again.

She looks around at the apartment, at her new friend frolicking around in the detritus of the room, and then back to the other woman with a small smile on her lips. ]

I wouldn't say no! There's a lot of work to do, and Felix isn't going to be a lot of help.

[ She's met with a chirp, and she can't help but laugh, looking back to the creature again. ]

Don't argue with me when you know it's true!