[ Aerith isn't the only one looking for flowers. It's with a strange hope that Rinoa has wandered out to the ruins, looking for a sign - something, anything - of home. Ruins, to her, speak of promises held, and so here she is, crouched in the dirt, searching among the rubble for hope.

No hope here, though, just cracked concrete walls with graffiti decorations.

Rinoa sighs, standing and dusting off her shorts, and it's then that she catches sight of approaching young woman. Straightening, she offers her a smile. It's not a great smile, but it's the best she can do, under the circumstances. ]

Hey. I'm guessing you're new here too?

[ Honestly, Rinoa's pretty sure they're all new here, what with the way the world literally grew from nothing underneath them. ]

I searched through here but I couldn't find anything useful... maybe you'll have more luck?

[ It's an attempt at her usual positivity, anyway. She dusts off her hand before she holds it out, as if to shake. ]

I'm Rinoa. Nice to meet you.