[Tifa has a drink in hand, not for her, but for him as she joins him in leaning against the wall. From the bar, she'd seen him reaching the end of his glass, and thought he could use a refill and slowly, she reaches over and takes the empty one from his hand to replace it with the new one.]

Who said anything about feeling obligated?

[She winks at him and twirls the empty glass in her fingers, the ice clinking gently against the inside.]

You looked like you could use a refill. What kind of barmaid would I be if I ignored it?