[ aerith grew up in the slums. she can take him. and she's completely unfazed by his shouting and rough demeanor — in fact, she's probably only going to make it worse without trying. ]

Hmm. Yeah, I guess that is pretty suspicious. [ she ponders that like she even needs to. she can't argue with the suspiciousness of it, even if it means nothing. ] All you can do is take my word for it. That it wasn't me, that is.

[ sorry she's like this. at least she's speaking gently, the very opposite of him. ]

Dunno how to leave, either.