Rikku wasn't a big fan of Zanarkand. She'd come here a few times, but between the Pyreflies and the fiends, it just...wasn't a fun place. It wasn't even Adventure Fun. It wasn't even Disassterific Fun.

She was bouncing from foot to foot near the edge of the dome, peering inside, holding the bag that contained her potions and the Crystal Chalice loosely in her left hand.

"Far," she said with a sigh. "And then we wind up in this creepy like...bedroom. Evil ancient bedroom." She shivered faintly at the memory. "But we can't just stand here forever, so..." She sort of waved vaguely at the ruins, for somebody else to go in first.