Tidus watches where his feet walk, the surrounding area, the far off distance. Nothing immediately standing out, and what did that mission briefing call this area again? Blue was pastoral, but that he only remembers thanks to Madoka. This place was... what?

He wonders, he thinks, a small dip to his brow as he continues to walk, waiting for his eyes to adjust and find some detail they haven't yet been able to. As if something more than this blank slate will finally reveal itself.

"They were working on this place," Tidus says slow, trying to piece together what's going on, what they should maybe be thinking about. "And it was a distress signal. If it's a signal... then maybe whatever's happened in some place. But the train doesn't know where? For some reason."

It's only on the end of those words that a thought occurs to him, a slow 'oh' dragging out from him.

"Nita did say she had a dream - somewhere with grass, or- a lake or pond. A body of water. That might be where we need to go."