[Beatrix doesn't respond immediately. If anything, she merely sits on Tifa's response, as if she's searching for something, without knowing exactly what she's seeking. There's curiosity. Wonderment. She can't understand why anyone takes an interest the way they do. Not her. Not anyone else that she's met since she's come out to this world.
Much of that line of thought stops at Tifa's proposition. As she welcomes her back with a practised grace and movement, her brow knits deeply.]
You want to train with me. [That's not such a strange concept. The soldiers under Beatrix's employ are all women. It's actually something Alexandria's military is known for.] And you want... to take me to food? [She shakes her head slowly. She doesn't understand.]
no subject
Much of that line of thought stops at Tifa's proposition. As she welcomes her back with a practised grace and movement, her brow knits deeply.]
You want to train with me. [That's not such a strange concept. The soldiers under Beatrix's employ are all women. It's actually something Alexandria's military is known for.] And you want... to take me to food? [She shakes her head slowly. She doesn't understand.]
I suppose these terms are acceptable.