There's something to be said for bonding over shared trauma, even if that trauma is shared across the inhabitants of a whole world.

"I'm sorry," she says, and sounds it. "That was the first attack after the Calm, right?" The attack that had levelled her town had been the last big one, before the Calm. That's just what things are like in Spira, Sheena guesses. She hesitates, not wanting to push too far when they're already on such rocky territory, but. "Can I ask what she was like?"