"That's what I was worried about... But I'll do my best against whatever this is." Now that she's had time to breathe and find her balance again, Tifa has been getting a reminder that she still has her training, and her strength. Those are both easy things to slip into, just like the leather over her hands.

She finds a window in this place, a little smudged over and cracked, but it's still a view into the outside world. And the grasslands outside and ominous sky... It's worrying. So is the lack of windmills, chocobo farms, and the like.

It's still weird to be alarmed about the absence of Midgar and its steel skies. But as the thunder rumbles, and the wind starts to pick up, Tifa gets something else to worry about. Namely, that weird spark running along her skin, like all her nerves are getting set alight and ready to so... Something, radically different from throwing a punch. It dredges up other memories, of flickering lights in the Shinra Mansion basement, and a desperate battle.

"...One... One question, if you don't mind." She finds herself saying, as her skin gives a quick shiver. "Do you think you'll... Experience any changes, when this storm rolls over us?

Ah- Sorry. That might've been too personal."