[ Does smoking pollute the planet here, too? Aerith thinks she should ask, should maybe try to mock-yell at this woman with all her poised strength. She reminds Aerith in some ways of SOLDIERs, back straight and head tall but somehow unassuming despite it all, like she's had to be more than just a person in isolated pockets of her lifetime. Instead, the woman raises that cigarette holding hand to point out the frame of the door, where Aerith is leaning against as if she has no intention of ever going inside. A noise escapes her as she looks up, gaze training upon a sprig of— ]

Mistletoe! You know, they saw all disputes have to be put on pause under these little fellows. Kind of cute, aren't they? Although... I don't think I've ever seen that color before— Is it a different variety?

[ On cue, a little froggy head pops out of the leaves, the same purple shade as the berries peppering the plant that hangs over Aerith's head. Something blooms inside her suddenly, as she moves to inspect it a little closer— or rather, as well as she can. After all, she's barely tall enough to get on most roller coasters. ]

But then again, it's not like I come from somewhere a sky... like this... Maybe... [ Hm. Why is she offering this information? She wonders only for a moment before flicking her gaze over to the smoking woman, trying to judge her reaction. ]