[Tifa's expression softens a touch, her eyes darkening until all that's left in them is pity. A fake life, and they couldn't even give him a story to go with it... but this is exactly where she hoped it would go.
She can be patient, as long as he doesn't try to endanger her again. Tifa wanders slowly away from him, inspecting the room more closely for herself. Running fingers over the dusty counters and table, her nose wrinkling at the dust that she picks up, standing a fallen chair or two, searching for any small thing that she can point out.
Her voice is surprisingly gentle, masking the prying nature of her words and intentions.]
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She can be patient, as long as he doesn't try to endanger her again. Tifa wanders slowly away from him, inspecting the room more closely for herself. Running fingers over the dusty counters and table, her nose wrinkling at the dust that she picks up, standing a fallen chair or two, searching for any small thing that she can point out.
Her voice is surprisingly gentle, masking the prying nature of her words and intentions.]
Try to remember.