[Jessica has a wagon, a bulbasaur, and several helpful robots. The odd caravan is wearing a light path between the fortress and Beaumont, bearing various bundles of stuff: clothes, bedclothes, a stock of items identifiable as healy things from Sephiroth's home, and various nerd implements, among other things.]

[Well, crap. There's a burning greenhouse on the lake. That can't be good. Vitalia certainly doesn't think so: she's spent a few moments panicking, tried to rescue her precious plant babies, failed, and then gone back to panicking, since that seemed to be a decent plan.

[She's finally calmed down from "running in circles" panicking to "escaping to somewhere slightly safer" panicking. In this case, "somewhere slightly safer" translates to "Kuja's place." (Vitalia: has poor judgement.) She beats on the door, shrieking like an ingenue from a B-movie.]

Miss Kuja! Miss Kuja!