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But not them. As Rinoa continues to work on their bonds, Yuffie counts the amount of steps on the soldier’s beats, eyes where cameras are located and what their cone of vision likely is. Once her hands are free, she’s positive she’ll be able to at least get out of this section of the base. Retrieving their weapons might be a bit of a hunt-- but who isn’t up for a little challenge?

「 I’ve gotcha, just as quick as you get me free! 」

It’s the only time she listens, in solitaire moments like these, untrimmed nails grazing against the bird’s neck in calming pattern, a slow nod to the blond’s words as the animal coos in return. It’s with a nuzzle against mako-shaded feathers that she sends it into stable, closes the wooden door behind her. And it warks, a disappointed reaction to her separation. Perhaps it’s silly, but she whines in response to it, giving little wave before turning back to tutor, little sighs escaping from chapped lips.

「 You were saying? 」

It’s a shame that even in Junon she feels the need to have a warning during transactions-- but Midgar has shown her the dirtiest of places, and she’s looking for a new start. So instead she waits, wanders, is anxious for what comes next.

「 I need a hotel to stay in. You can take care of that, right? 」