[Tifa had been occupied with the aggressive beetles and worse: termites, that she had barely had the chance to notice the angry trees swinging their branches around, and rightfully so. If she were a tree whose life had been threatened by an army of rabid insects, she wouldn't be too thrilled either, but what she doesn't understand is why they're taking it out on the people on the ground that are only trying to help.

Even she's being swatted at while she tries to find a safe place to dust herself off, and no matter how many times she bats back, the tree never relents, shoving her along one of the broken wooden walkways until she's out of its reach...

Only to spot one acting as if it hadn't just tried to smack the boy upside the head.]

I saw that! [She calls out to it, her tone sharp with scrutiny.] Better keep a low profile if you want us to get rid of all that rotting wood.

[The branch withdraws half a foot when Tifa makes her approach, her footsteps heavier than normal, stomping on the ground with purpose.]

You'd think they'd have the sense to let us do what we came here for.