She reminded Cloud, just slightly, of Aeris. For a split second, Cloud almost thinks it is Aeris. In a dress like that, with those flowers...

But no; it isn't her. if she's in attendance at all then Cloud hasn't found her yet. Hasn't found her in Hive City at all, although she must be around somewhere.

Aeris or not, something about the young woman draws Cloud across the room to her. Maybe it is that similarity, even though they really don't look that similar, the closer he gets. Maybe he just misses her, and thinks, somehow, that this woman might somehow be the same kind of person. However ridiculous that actually is.

And then, at some point, he's just standing near her, a bit awkwardly, in front of an exhibit. For the second time this night, he feels acutely aware of what he's wearing. He picked it out because he knew he'd look good in it, and yet, for some reason, he's getting self-conscious again.

What's wrong with him tonight?

Cloud cleared his throat quietly, and gestured towards the exhibit in front of him without actually looking at it.

While everyone was clustered within the hallways and rooms of the museum, the alchemist had decided to step out onto one of the numerous balconies for a breath of fresh air. After all, the skies were clear, nothing was flooding or on fire, and the moon held a certain elegant beauty to it tonight, shining beatifically upon all the partygoers. However, upon the balcony was one other person enjoying the moonlight.