"Heroes?" Aya arches a brow, not really linking the difference between hero and Hero.

Of course, back home she had been considered a hero for her actions in New York, even if she never saw it the same way... But intuition tells her that that's not what this creature is referring to, considering the plural.

With some color finally fading back into Aya's complexion, she nods. "I should probably say the same to you, though you look about as lost in all of this as I am."

It'd probably help if she paid more attention to the moogle that's currently trying to summon her attention at her feet, tugging on the hem of her clothes.

Seriously, what are these things?