Quistis looked bewildered as she witnessed Marlene talking to no one in particular -- as far as she could see, the three of them were the only ones present, though now and then she thought she could hear faint, distant snatches of unfamiliar voices. She shook her head. Must have been imagining things. There was nobody else there.

... oh. And now the girl was crying.

Hesitant, she reached out and carefully laid a hand on Marlene's shoulder. "I'm sure everything will be fine... we'll get back alright," she fretted, unsure of what the cause of Marlene's distress was. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked, echoing the boy beside her.