[Oh, the beach. Something lights up in Tifa's expression—familiarity, and definitely some concern.]

You know about the beach!?

[She looks around the bar for Cloud, and when she sees the top of his spiky blond head, she motions to him with a nod.]

We tried to get some of it cleaned up, but it felt like no matter how much we tried, more would come. So, it's supposed to be a normal beach? Where'd all of that trash come from?