"Right... Time to survive this first." Tifa looks to the storm, and how ominous it looks. She wonders if there's a hint of even darker shapes in the clouds.

"And... Since you know that I can handle myself? If you need to help someone else, please don't hesitate on my account. More important that everyone here makes it through okay." She can kick a fair amount of ass, after all. Though she's tensed up already, it's a sort of restless anticipation. The closer the storm gets, the more she's certain there's something riding in on the winds. Which could very well be hostile; her time spent walking the great outdoors has shown how good it is to be cautious and on her guard.

"But like you said, we'll talk after weathering this."