[Tifa's gaze follows the same pattern as Ahsoka's through the bar, and although her smile doesn't waver an inch, there is a notable sadness in the way she watches the people mingling at the tables, enjoying their drinks, a time like this eerily similar to any night Seventh Heaven was open. The only difference now is that there lingers the smell of coffee, and the lights don't work.

The question forces her to actually think about her feelings—something she's hardly done since she walked through the door. Something sharp pangs in her chest, and it hitches her breath mid-laugh, and so Tifa has to pause to pour herself a glass of water.]

It's a little strange, [she admits, although that's an understatement, and she knows she's probably not fooling anyone.] It's kinda nice to have something here I know so well, but...

[It's hard sometimes.]

We all need a place to go when we need to think, or relax, y'know? It keeps me going.