Hey, look... [ Other people. Aerith's eyes get a little wider, somehow surprised (she'd been half-convinced that this is a dream, but it's starting to feel less and less so). ] They don't seem much more confident than we do, do they...?

[ Nope! The sparse crowds are wandering with the same purposeless-looking gait, and the flower girl tilts her head to peer at them, hunting for a sign of someone they know. ]

There has to be someone who knows what's going on. [ Maybe if she speaks with confidence, she can will the answers into existence. ] Let's just pick one of those domes and head inside. The worst that happens is we know as much as we do now. What d'you say?