Hmm... nope! [ Bad as his set up is, she thinks he'll be fine. Aerith grins up at him, looking not at all concerned. ]

Anything, huh? You know, I do still owe you a date. Could let you cash it in...

[ But she dips her hand into one of the pockets of her red jacket to pluck a pink ribbon out. It's speckled with blood, and has a tear in it, but that doesn't bother her. It's the same one from the night the rain started: There's been no time or mental capacity for figuring out when to wash it. It'll have to do. She moves closer, attempting to tie it around his bicep. ]

How about this? See, I could end up coming with you, after all.