"Gosh, it really has been five years, hasn't it?"

Tifa looked at you with wide eyes, as if still not believing what she was seeing, despite you having been sat in her bar for almost a half hour now.

"I mean, I remember when we ran around and played as kids, but now.."

She smiles tenderly at the memory, but it fades as she gazes into your eyes, the only thing reflecting back being mako.

"You...you really have seen some things, haven't you?"

She leans onto the counter a bit, looking into your eyes a second longer, before realizing that's probably making you uncomfortable.

"Sorry, that was out of line. I wouldn't want to stir up any bad memories."

She pushed herself off the counter, her red eyes shifting elsewhere in the room momentarily.

She knew about the war. About what you had probably seen. Making you relive that, that wasn't something she wanted to do. As curious as she was.

She looks back over with a warm, welcoming smile. As if greeting an old friend.

"Well then, nevermind that. Let me whip you up something to drink. How do you like your drinks, hm?"

She leans back onto the counter, her red gloved hands clasped onto each other as she curiously awaits a response.