Shelke's attention shifted to Sephiroth's moogle as it spoke, and after a moment she drew out the crystal she had woken up with from where she had tucked it away in a pouch. It hardly seemed like anything, really, but she had learned early on that things were rarely what they seemed.

"Wherever we are, it does not conform to the rules of where I was brought from," she said, shifting her gaze back to Sephiroth and his companion. Whether to reveal she was from the same place as him was a harder decision to make.

"I cannot detect any sort of power coming from these crystal, but I do not have any of the equipment I might have used to do so," she spoke in flat, clinical terms. "I am not even certain such devices would exist here, given the primitive nature of-"

She was cut off by the sudden return of her own moogle, carrying a large plate of some kind of fruity desert, which she nearly dropped trying to get onto the table.

"This Shelke, this is what you have to try!" The moogle said happily, spinning in the air by the redhead's ear. Shelke frowned at the desert, then nodded slowly. Thoughts of the crystal temporarily pushed aside.

"Fine."