That should be much, much more of a relief than it is - that Tifa made it out of the reactor, at the very least, and that Cloud must've made it... After, too. And yet, somehow, the way that Tifa hedges around any kind of concrete answer only makes him more uneasy. There's something not right here, and it's not just that he woke up in a garage after being gunned down by an entire Shinra battalion.

His head drops, weary confusion and disappointment flitting across his face as he reaches up to press a hand to his chest, rubbing idly at his sore shoulder. Without the fight to distract him, he's starting to feel pretty beat, again.

But he doesn't let that dark cloud linger, visibly bolstering himself up again as he nods, decisively.

"Okay. Don't worry about it." If they're both dead like he suspects, like he has, this whole time, it doesn't matter, does it? They've got time to figure it out. "Let's get out of here before another of those things comes after us."