[Leslie isn’t sure how she’d feel if she wasn’t able to meet the people she loved in person anymore (though she hasn’t had people she loved very long and the one time of separation was spent someplace awful, so her experience is quite limited). Is this kind of acceptance of things being the way they are an adult thing? Her expression makes it clear she doesn’t entirely understand, but she is still relieved that Aerith seems to be at peace with it, and also smiles a little at the hand pats before she takes her hand off Aerith’s arm.

...She is a little suspicious of “someone your age,” but as much as Leslie insists she isn’t a child, she also knows she’s not a full legal adult. Aerith didn’t say child, after all.]

If there are poisonous plants everywhere, I don’t know if it’s a good place for anyone to be alone, dr — um.

[Leslie realizes that she doesn’t actually know this now-known-to-not-be “dream lady’s” name. Hmm. Time for the curtsy of introduction as she shifts into her by now almost automatic formal greeting mode.]

My name is Leslie. May I ask what your name is?