Oh. John, why did you have to go and point that can out? Now that something similar but clearly better--cleaner, fresher, nicer--has been pointed out, Aerith is thoroughly distracted as she eyes it.

"Um--what?" She plays his question back to herself. "Oh...last time I was out, it must have been around 1200 B.C. Not that they were calling it that yet.

That one does look nice," she says cautiously. As if her look hadn't already given it all away.