"And Tseng?" Tseng was just prim and proper. Like Cissnei.

"There's gotta be some stream or the like to provide the water for this stinking place," he agreed, nodding and smacking a mosquito as it tried to make a meal out of his hand. "Imagine if the pipes in Midgar still worked! Wouldn't that be a miracle?" A shower. It'd be bliss. But hopefully they'd be able to get clean *soon*. The mud was getting to him, even as he lifted a mucky leg out of the swamp, only to squish back into the mire a second later.

"Hey... is that a tree there?" he pointed off in the distance to what *looked* like a ... well... it had a trunk. And the branches looked like crystal palm leaves or something like that. "Is that it?"