Ah... isn't it sad, when someone is alone in the world? Perhaps I'm just overly sensitive.

[he's definitely sensitive, at least. Neuvillette reminds him a little of Rei, he thinks—reasonable, pragmatic. a lot less brusque, but still. in any case, at least by now the remainder of their food is gone, and Olivine's hands come to rest in his lap while they continue to speak.]

Spaces outside of normal existence... I've only heard of it as a distant theory in magical texts, admittedly. But it does seem reasonable, considering how many people were brought here from everywhere.