[He's just going to continue to stare warily at Tifa before he feels a brief throbbing pain in his head. He remembers they were fighting before, but then...something happened that rendered him unconscious. Certain...memories. It's a blur right now, and he now has a sense that something is amiss here. Something that this woman might know about.

Hearing a whine near his hand, he sees one of the corgis looking up at him, worry clearly in its big, dark eyes. A small smile forms as he gently pats its head before his expression hardens a bit again as he looks back at Tifa.]

...I don't know what happened, but I understand you were trying to help me. ...Guess I owe you my thanks, then.

[Could he sound less grateful— But it can't be helped that he still treats her a little gruffly as he's still trying to understand. But at least this time he is trying to understand if of just trying to get rid of her.

With one of the corgis supporting him, he slowly stands so he can retrieve his gun.]

So who are you? And how do you know me?

[...Somehow this conversation feels familiar.]