...Pint-sized? You saw a little one of him? [Now that's alarming. Eyes narrow slightly, not in anger, but in confusion.] Well, sure. I'm betting the smaller one wouldn't be trouble. Its the bigger one you ought to be worried about. Ish.

[Teeth dig into the meat of her cheek, remembering fully well watching Meteor as it came down onto Midgar. They'd stayed outside as long as they could to watch before rushing the President indoors.]

Huh. Been a while since I thought about that.