Looks like you fellas could use some help with that transport, huh?

[The woman seems less like her usual self, in that her form has seen some wear and tear in the way of blood and freshly-made scars. Knuckles now bare, the woman begins to tear away the leather that had been covering her fists, letting the soaked material fall to the ground as she motions a thumb to the smaller companion behind her.]

Yuffie and I were thinking the same thing. I hope you won't mind two extra set of hands in trying to figure out a way to keep them from popping up down here.