[She watches the last pieces of food on his plate, waiting patiently for him to finish his meal before she starts asking the heavier hitting questions... and delivers the even heavier hitting news... She doesn't want to overload him all at once, and these things are better done in private, way from the eyes and ears of her patrons.
So, at first, Tifa only hums in response, like an affirmation that she understands and had expected it, but... there's something swimming beneath her gaze still. And there's a pause before she finally asks...]
Could we talk somewhere? More private? ... When you're done.
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So, at first, Tifa only hums in response, like an affirmation that she understands and had expected it, but... there's something swimming beneath her gaze still. And there's a pause before she finally asks...]
Could we talk somewhere? More private? ... When you're done.