"Mm." It was a light acknowledgement, more of a maybe than agreement. True, this place was a refuge of sorts, a break from the madness and (usually) even a haven from the darker things and people of the universe, and Jill was grateful for that... but at the same time she couldn't help wondering why her own world couldn't serve that same purpose. Why not let her go home, her real home? God knew it had its own shadows of evil, that was a resident of any world, but it was still hers, hers to call home and protect.

That was probably what all of this boiled down to, she realized then. Not a lack of control, not a broken heart, just... homesickness. That was the best her mind could currently come up with, as influenced as it was.

Jill did hum thoughtfully, however, echoing one word in particular. "War, huh..." Her glass was empty again, but she didn't reach or motion for a refill this time. "Looking at it that way... I shouldn't complain. It could be a lot worse, couldn't it?"

She could be dead, for instance, or without any allies at all. As long as there was a life to live, Jill would keep pushing; that was simply who she was.

She nodded finally, as if coming to some inner conclusion.

"You're right. I think that I..." On second thought, thinking was getting harder to do. Jill rubbed at her forehead and grinned slightly. "Well. You've given me a lot to think about. Thanks, Tifa."