Celes looked up at the woman now standing in front of her. Her curiously pink hair did not seem like the rest of the people nearby, and reminded her of Terra's esper form a bit. Yet there was also something about the way she stood. It was practiced, composed, as though she had spent time refining her movements and stance... military perhaps?

Her pride returning, she mustered up enough willpower to try standing up again--and almost yelled out at the results. She had just barely managed to rise up a few inches when searing pain shot out from both her legs. Her legs felt like flan that was on fire. What was going on? Her mind retreated to her last memory. The Blackjack was beginning to tear apart as the disruption of the Waring Triad began to shatter the world. She was clinging to a piece of the ship, desperate not to plunge to the depths below. She had let go and then... blackness. And now light..? Could it be that she survived?

Her mind finally attended the woman standing in front of her. If nothing else, perhaps she could provide some answers. "I can't move my legs..." she finally admitted, hoping that would at least answer the reason why she was on the floor. "...I think I might have fallen from an airship," she added casually, "...do you know where we are?"