[Tifa's not entirely sure how either, but... her nod says it all.]

You so much as let a towel touch the water, you're out of there. Outside the front doors.

[She slaps a few more pieces of meat on the grill, either for him or for herself, depending on whether he'd like more, but she pauses to wave the tongs at him first.]

I am speaking from experience, in case you wondered.