Her team misjudged the distance from one end of the room to the other by a matter of a few feet. Although Tifa had dropped to a slide and skidded as fast as she could to the automatic doors before they closed, time was against her, and in the end, she ended up locked in the secure Shinra warehouse with you. It’s not her first time running into you. Far from it. The two of you had been rivals, enemies, whatever, for ages now. You’re both equally matched in skill, but you’re a Turk and represent Shinra, so she simply can’t abide by it.

Separated from both of your teams, Tifa figures there’s no use fighting to the death. The sooner you free yourself, the sooner you could both get back to being enemies. She steps away from the iron doors and gives you a quick look. “Let’s just… try and find a way out, okay?” She’s never been in a situation with you like this that didn’t involve immediately fighting.