She grimaces when the car wobbles; it is far too easy to imagine it plummeting to the ground. But the expression passes quickly as she scoots to her side and peers at the ground too.

"I'm not sure they know." Serah watches figures running about at the base of the ferris wheel, leaning back in her seat, "I think we should make ourselves comfortable."

Or at least offer some introductions. She smiles hopefully. "I'm Serah."