[Beatrix, though she may not seem the most intuitive when it comes to others, is more observant than she may let on. Rather, she's more empathetic than she's willing to let on. It comes in tandem with all of the softer parts of herself that she's desperate to hide from the world. A woman in her position cannot afford to showcase these things without them being used against her. To maintain her strength... Beatrix does and acts as she feels is necessary.

Regardless, the silence that lingers between her and Tifa is palpable and prominent. As if an idea turned malleable in the flesh. She does not question. She does not pry. She merely observes and files away what she learns for later.

Tifa breaks that silence soon enough and Beatrix realises she has no answer for her. Her intention has always been to simply survive until she can return to Alexandria. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. As if Beatrix has no other thoughts or room inside of her heart, her heart for anything but Alexandria and what that kingdom holds for her. She has no idea how to even begin formulating a response.]

Survive? [She begins, surprisingly honest before she dips her chin thoughtfully.] ...Just do what I can with the time I have. Spar. Train. Patrol. Protect those who cannot protect themselves. I am uncertain what you may be expecting from me. It is not as though I have any grand designs for my presence there. I simply am, as are we all.