[ Silence comes to envelope the paid as Aerith stops in her tracks to turn back and look at Hazel. Her expression wears surprise easily, but there's something impossible to explain beneath it. It's hard to explain what emotion flips around in her gut, but as her expression softens, perhaps it's easy to read it as some sort of kinship. ]

Really? [ Despite this, she says nothing of note. ]

Well, that's good to know. In a place like this, we'll probably eventually need that for a job or something. Maybe... you need a bit of training to work on it again? [ Walking again, she speaks with her back to Hazel. ] Do you want it back?