Friday, in Sector 7. Jessie was on the front porch of the Seventh Heaven bar. Tifa was out for a walk, so Jessie was keeping an eye on the bar in case the Closed sign she hung at the front wasn't enough. It was time for a break anyway. She'd been tinkering all day long. She was seated in a chair at one of the outdoor tables. She had her elbow propped up on the table, and was leaning her head into her head. Her mind was wandering, her gaze spaced out in deep thought.

It was what the radio on the table was playing currently that caused her to go blank in daydreaming thought. It was a song from the Gold Saucer. To anyone else it'd be a simple jubilant instrumental track, though to Jessie, it invoked not only memories of visiting the Gold Saucer in her attempt to become an actress, but also her father's incident. Maybe soon she'd need to take another visit topside. All of this reflection almost made Jessie ignore the person approaching her. She blinked a few times to gather herself, shifting herself within the seat, but didn't take her head out of her hand. "Hey. Looking for a drink? The bartender's out on break. Sorry about that." She spoke, assuming they were looking to head inside. Although, Jessie didn't even really look up to get a look at the visitor, still caught up in her own thoughts. For all she knew, it could've been someone she knew.