Diva had no interest in scuffles, big or small, unless she was somehow involved. At that moment, she only had a mind for her own concerns, and they revolved around the little scraps of paper tacked to the bulletin board. The Chiropteran knew what they were, obviously, but in all her long years of life, she’d always had someone else communicate for her.

The only way Diva knew how to touch many people at once was through song, and that was something mortals just wouldn’t be able to comprehend anyway.

"That’s the board everyone uses to find stuff and speak to each other, right?" Diva inquired, using the same amount of girlish cuteness she had with Leon earlier that morning. It was her best weapon when it came to humans. She stopped pointing at it, but still looked up at Cloud with a beseeching look. "I want to have something up there so I can get a bunch of information all at once. But... I need someone else to do it, and read it back to me. Can you? Diva won't be able to on her own."