[She'd rather not ask anyone if she can help it. If she has it her way, they'll drop this by morning, and she'll never have to think about it again.]

Dreams can be funny sometimes... Could just be part of how they work. Filling in the blanks or... whatever. Your consciousness tried really hard to find a place for you, and that's just where you ended up.

[Living next door, in Cloud's house. In his shoes. But why there...? Why not any of the other many houses in Nibelheim? Or maybe she's trying to pin too much meaning to something completely arbitrary.

Rolling her shoulders in a shrug with a tiny sniffle, she looks away again.]

Doesn't really matter... You saw what you saw, and that's that...