[Mary's inclined to agree with that logic--the familiar makes the fantastical more palatable, even as she finds the magic and all more interesting than not. It helps remind her that this is real and not some strange, prolonged dream.

She watches Tifa hold up the mask to her face and nods in response.]

I have to assume so. Like an oxygen mask when you're laid up in a hospital bed.

[The ease with which she makes the comparison might be concerning, but given her profession and the state of the world she comes from... it's just a fact of life, really.]

Except we end up flying at the end, which is the part I'm looking forward to. You ready?