[...Well, she's definitely glad that Claire doesn't have anything harder than toast in her hands, but she still puts up her hands placatingly--much as she did when Cloud mistook her guy self for an intruder.]
[Say hello to thought bubbles, Claire. They're hovering above Aerith's head.]
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[Say hello to thought bubbles, Claire. They're hovering above Aerith's head.]
Hey...? It's okay, I'm not going to do anything.