His face took on a concerned look. "You're still having problems with you stomach?" He had hoped after so long on the train it would just...settle. Get used to the motion. Hope didn't always pan out though he knew. "What about the medications in the medical suite? Is there anything in there that would help?"

Wise as he may be, he didn't know everything about human inventions, and in this case medicine. Of course, he was missing the real point here. He should have focused on the former of her problems more than the latter.

He might have sensed that. After a belated moment, he added. "You're not useless. There's just not anything to do right now." A beat. "But they say there will come a time when we'll have plenty to do. People to help. Perhaps we're here for a reason, Yuffie. And when the time comes, I know you'll be first in line to help out those in need."