Two pairs of eyes watched the woman with both curiosity and skepticism. A place like what had been described should have been famous. It wasn't. Despite the fact that the woman had mentioned no name, the two were sure they would have recognized the place simply by the oddity of the airport and how it was built.
The woman watched them from behind her sunglasses patiently. Her hands moved occasionally, drawing attention to them and the fact that they were so scarred. Mostly, she sat without movement besides the scarf from behind which she spoke.
"That's not possible," Shelke finally said, breaking the silence.
"Hm?" There was amusement in that single syllable. The woman's head turned toward Shelke and she tilted it to the side.
"Yeah," Yuffie added. "If there was a city like that, why doesn't anyone know about it?" The woman looked at her.
"If you do not wish me to continue..." The woman stood.
"No, no, no, no!" Yuffie cried, waving her hands. "I didn't mean that. You can keep going."
The woman nodded and sat down.
"Now where was I?" she asked.
"I think you were going to talk about your job," Yuffie offered, eager to get on the woman's good side.
"I think I was going to backtrack and tell you about my romance," the woman said, almost as though simply to be contradictory.
"Huh?" Yuffie asked.
"It will be important later, I think," the woman said. "Now shush."
