"No one else that I know." Tifa takes a quick scan of the area as she speaks. She glimpses a few people. Some very vibrant and distinct looking; a few even have the look of fighters, or weary adventurers... But absolutely none of them look familiar. "Not sure if that's a good or a bad thing, that the others aren't here. That means they aren't caught up in... In whatever this is. But we're also on our own."

She pauses for a long moment, giving him a half appraising, half weary look.

Someone hasn't forgotten just what her recent ally is capable of.

"...Though I am guessing you can handle yourself, if you need to."

How does she politely state that she's more than ready to help, though? And get the offer accepted, rather than brushed off? She opens her mouth, trying to give voice to all of that, only for a rumble of far off thunder to fill the silence.

"It's also not the friendliest place, with the nicest weather."