[Tifa leans in, close enough that she should be able to feel the heat from the paper were it doing what it was supposed to be, and she lets her brows furrow as she stares down at it like a mother reprimanding her child.]

Come on. I know you can do it; you're just not putting your all into burning that piece of paper.

[Smoke puffs out from the paper and then... nothing.

She looks over her shoulder at Parsee.]

Are we being too nice?