Reading as he wrote Aerith gives a little nod when he finishes and takes up the pencil once again. "So something like–"

How can we speak privately? I'll follow your lead.

Her heart fills with hope, that this is really a way out, that he's not going to betray her and turn out to be just like his father - a heartless ally of a monstrous man like Hojo. It's impossible to tell, Aerith won't be sure of Rufus until she has a chance to really speak with him, one on one, when they're not being scrutinized by Hojo or his father.

Trying not to think about just how many people were likely watching this, she cocks her head at the paper again and looks at Rufus.

"How's this? What colors do you want them?"