Tifa heard the footsteps before the voice. She turned, wary of who would be coming up to her on the street, but her face shined with a genuine smile once she heard Claude's unique voice.

His question prompted her to look down at the simple hoodie and jeans they outfitted her with. Oh and the giant, gaudy neon galoshes. "Nah, I've been in far less during a snow storm before. I'm a tough gal. But--" She bent her hand and brought her nails up for a critical inspection. Tifa didn't like what she saw. Most were chipped. And her cuticles! They were out of control. "I was thinking of getting my nails done." Finally Tifa shifted her big brown eyes to Claude, beseeching his softer side. "Wanna be a bud and get your done with me?"