Tifa was only too aware of how close Sephiroth's hands were, but she didn't shrink away. She hoped he would just get bored and leave already, but a part of her was curious. He must have had some reason for coming over to bother her, right? Maybe he knew something about Cloud? Besides, it didn't matter what she "believed" - he was here, in that same ridiculous uniform. He was just as much of a prisoner as she was.

She jumped up as Vincent shoved Sephiroth, immediately pushing herself over the couch and placing herself at his side with one hand coming to rest on his shoulder. She was still glaring at Sephiroth, ready to help her friend in case he got any ideas. Vincent was injured, and she wasn't about to let Sephiroth touch him - not once.