[Just as she says that, Tifa trips a little over a loose rock, and of course her panic would spike just as she's about to tell him how she'd fallen through a hole big enough for her to fit through down in the mines—
She grabs hold of him, one hand on his arm while the other takes his hand, and she holds on with an iron grip and a sheepish, nervous laugh.]
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[Just as she says that, Tifa trips a little over a loose rock, and of course her panic would spike just as she's about to tell him how she'd fallen through a hole big enough for her to fit through down in the mines—
She grabs hold of him, one hand on his arm while the other takes his hand, and she holds on with an iron grip and a sheepish, nervous laugh.]
... how else are they going to get further down?