[Oh. He's been noticed. Though for better or worse, his attempts to be discreet aren't because he's trying that hard to hide his intentions. He turns away from the cupboards to vaguely look up at Tifa with a stack of glasses in his hands.]

No. I don't need any whiskey.

[And there's Ren too. He gives his more direct question a (somewhat) direct answer.]

I was looking for these. Though it might be hard to carry all of them. Maybe I should take the ones with handles.