[ A fleeting smile finds her lips as he speak. A suspicion goes confirmed in Aerith's mind, one that lingers despite the lack of welcome she offers it. ] Oh, you know. The usual.

[ She's not going to shut down on him, but muses silently to herself about the burden she places on his shoulders by giving unto Clade the series of hallucinations that flitted into her mind with all the naturalness of a bird flapping it's wings. So she keeps her arm in his, thoughtfully, slow and easy steps turning into swings of her legs as she ponders. Then, imagining there's no reason to not give him what he wants, as she always does, she nods. ]

You're right. It's not a bad trip. Because I... don't do drugs. [ Her voice turns sweetly thick, like she's told a horrible joke. Then, she lifts her gaze back to Claude's, only to offer up information in a straightforward turn. ] Here's the thing. I also... remembered a church. And a man falling through the room. Not to mention, Cloud and I? We kind of had a moment. So nope! No way it's a bad trip, if we can share them. I mean, you ever see the same thing as someone you're tripping with, Claude?