[ it's hard to ignore someone in trouble, and aerith just happens to be strolling down the street on her way to the grocery shop, equipped with grey rain boots, a pink dress, and red wool coat, her signature pink ribbon fast around her braid. guessing by the way the other woman is dressed, she seems new—or she isn't and is merely resilient to the cold, though the latter is hard to believe with the snow melting like this. wasting no more time, aerith hops over to the girl, worry in her bright green eyes. ]
Excuse me, something wrong with your car?
[ in her time, the closest aerith would have come to tifa is by passing through sector 7 and by the bar, then popular and brand new. though she can't recognize her, being nearer to her now makes her feel as though she should be familiar… like recognizing kin, maybe, but intuition can be weird sometimes. aerith decides not to trust it just yet, instead reaching for her phone and thinking of whom to call for help. ]
I know I couldn't fix it for you, but I know someone who can…
flies with option b
Excuse me, something wrong with your car?
[ in her time, the closest aerith would have come to tifa is by passing through sector 7 and by the bar, then popular and brand new. though she can't recognize her, being nearer to her now makes her feel as though she should be familiar… like recognizing kin, maybe, but intuition can be weird sometimes. aerith decides not to trust it just yet, instead reaching for her phone and thinking of whom to call for help. ]
I know I couldn't fix it for you, but I know someone who can…