"... this is much nicer... than Gold Saucer," a familiar (perhaps?) voice growls from the shadows under one of the booths' awnings.

Oh look, it's Vincent, looming there and eyeing the whole carnival with thinly veiled suspicion. The first mark against this place was just waking up on a train that disappeared. The second mark against this place is that the cider isn't spiked. But he actually otherwise is fairly content for the moment. No monsters (yet), no ShinRa (that he can detect) - just a carnival with tasty apple cider and games he has no interest in participating in. And an Aerith, who he is probably benignly stalking because he's worried ok.