"I'll go one better." Aerith replied softly, looking around the table for a moment before her gaze moved back to Cassie and Gray. "I'm no 'Draca' or anything else you can think to come up with. I don't belong in this world, you see? This isn't my Planet. This isn't my sky and this isn't my soil. I'm not sure what kind of magic you used to do it, but when you tried to catch whoever it was you were after, you caught me instead. So..." And while her tone was as gentle and kind as could be, there was a slight hardness to her voice with her next words. "How about you all stop trying to work out who I am in terms of what you know? I'm Aerith. That's who I am and who I'll always be."

She didn't want to be rude, really she didn't. But it couldn't be helped when she felt like she was almost being mocked and having to justify herself. It wasn't as if she had deliberately walked into their town and thrown her weight around. She'd been pulled into the world against her will! She really shouldn't have had to justify her own existence at all.

And... she was feeling very out numbered.

Out numbered and very alone.

She wished Cloud was beside her. Or Tifa. Or any of the others. But she had to do this on her own as much as she possibly could. And that meant standing up for herself first and foremost.