Tifa frowns over the paper; hard to say what it is, beyond cryptic. And why the focus on the moon, above everything else? It's a hard change from the usual talks about the lifestream... Though once she reaches the part about 'sigils' her skin gives an odd twinge. An echo of what she felt when she first woke up, and she has to roll her shoulders to keep the feeling from getting too strong. To avoid it from getting any worse, she revisits the top of the page, focusing on those almost-prayers about the moon.

"Makes me wonder if something happened to the moon... But it's hard to tell, with how stormy it sounds out there. My guess is we won't get a very good look at it,"

But as they walk towards the radio, she quickly goes silent and pays close attention to the words. Maybe they're patchy and full of static, but it's still some sort of information; something she'd desperately like more of.

You’re here? You’re mostly hu-?

Good. Need you to-

Watch out for mons-

Seek- Nirvana.

"...'Nirvana?'" Tifa tests the word out, once the radio goes silent. "Sounds less like an idea, and more like a place with how they were phrasing it."