[Really, once she had used to that reaction from people. Cid swore far more, Vincent was quietly resigned, and Cloud...well. He sulked far more than Emet did, true, but at least he wasn't scolding her.

Her fingers are tangled in her damp hair for want of something to keep her hands busy, carefully trying to tame the unruly mass as best as she can, winding it into something at least somewhat resembling a proper braid. Yet the need to keep her hands busy doesn't mean her mind isn't constantly at work, and her spike of interest fades as she lets out a croon of delight at the sight of the strange creature.]

Aww, it looks so soft! I'll have to see if I can find one later.

[Resigned to her hair being a lost cause for the moment, she cocks her head, a hand lifting to press her knuckles to her lips as she thinks.]

Well no wonder you look so tired, anyone would be at that point. Honestly I'm just amazed that any plants are still able to grow properly, much less the animals surviving. That kind of imbalance would normally kill everything, wouldn't it?

[The words aren't there; she's no scientist or scholar, just a shattered remnant that can feel the balance of life all around her and here everything feels...odd. Too loud in the wrong ways, too quiet in the others. Still, she pauses, cocking her head and leaning closer than most people would consider polite or welcome.]

Thanks for answering my questions, by the way. I know your nap was interrupted and you're helping me even when you're so worn out and probably have more important things to do other than get more sleep, but I do appreciate it.