"His name's Zack," Tifa started, unsure on how much she should say. "He's a friend of a friend." It sounded odd to her ears: a friend of a friend. A dead friend, who had been magicked back into existence here.

"He's got spiky black hair, kinda tall with blue eyes," It was probably irrelevant, but Tifa explained anyway for Lightning's benefit in searching. It felt nice to be useful even if it was superfluous.