Tifa averted her eyes back down at the bottle where he fingers slid up and down the neck of the bottle. She tried to feel guilty for getting the man's hopes up, but this was do or die. She needed information and the brunette would use who ever needed to be used to get her way. They were both professionals; they should be used to give and take.

"Not really..." Eventually the young woman picked up the bottle and took a swig, the skin around her brown eyes crinkling as the burn ran down her throat. Setting back down in front of Rude, Tifa continued. "I wanted Cloud's room number, if you know it..." Though he probably wasn't there anymore.