The marshal leaned in close to the figures to get a better look at them. Talk about uncanny resemblances. He answered Ashelia while he did so. "Yeah, just... annoyed. They tell us they can't send us home and know nothin' about how we got here or why. Talk about a load 'a hypercattle crud." He was angry about being lied to - and falling for it - but this is Sparks Nevada, so it was fairly held back.

He cocked a thumb at the figure of the woman. "Y'know, I swore I thought I saw a lady in town who looked just like Mercy, but I thought my eyes were playin' tricks on me. Didn't think much of it after that. Now I wonder what these things had to do with it."

Sparks took a closer look at his own, too, mostly around where the head was supposed to go. Maybe he could get a look at what sort of mechanical parts it had. He didn't have much of an answer for Yuffie, either. "Kid, we only been here 'bout a month longer than you. Even the books don't tell us much about the Heroes of Light, and the last ones were here so long ago, who knows how much of what they know is true."