"Who knows?" If you believe that the world they new was a dream then there was a chance that the spitten was a construct of that dream. Or a representation of something else from this world.

If you believed.

Aerith had seen enough strangeness in her short lifetime to have suspicions of what was real and what wasn't. Which was puzzling. Because this world felt just as real as the last and just as real as her own.

She pushed those thoughts aside. A conversation like that could wait. It wasn't something to be discussed right there on the sidewalk.

"I hope you can find her again," Her attention was again pulled toward the statue and she smiled softly. "Maybe you could haggle the price down to something more reasonable?"