Hmm.

( it's a careful answer, she thinks, something that doesn't quite betray him and yet says something about the way his mind works, the way his heart works, if it still works. despite her own indications, she's still making no move to leave: her boots slide, pressing her feet together until the heels click, and one arm drapes across her knees, hand dangling. the other brings the cigarette up to study it. )

...I don't know. I can't tell.

( it's an honest truth, one that she thinks she can afford to him. out of all her truths, it's one of the least expensive. )

I can't feel anything here, you know? I know this isn't our home, but...

( --but if it isn't, then where are they? what dimension did she walk them all into? is it her fault, for so desperately begging for them to change destiny? shaking her head a little, she brings the cigarette to her lips; now she's watched reno puff from it, so she tries the same thing.

there's no coughing, but her smoke comes out like a large puff, not too far from a dragon bellowing out to the sky. it makes her nose wrinkle, a small laugh, before she lets out a sigh. )

It doesn't feel right. I don't know what I need, or why I'm here, or what I'm doing. You know?

( he probably doesn't. his life was shinra: he always knew what to do, always had someone giving orders, someone to listen to. )