"Still that bad?" Tifa self-consciously placed her palm over her nose, still able to feel some of the puffiness that remained after Yuffie's TLC. The skin under her eyes was still tender and bruised as well, but at least it didn't hurt to talk or eat anymore. Or smile; that had been rather frustrating. Well, she sure wasn't going to tell him about her new injury now. She didn't want Zack to feel anymore concern than necessary. Guilt-tripping was strictly allotted for Cloud only.

"Well, it's not as exciting as we'd both like..." If she was going to go down face first, she'd rather meet her end in battle, not from the back of a broad, hairy man. Life was cruel.

Taking a seat in front of Zack, the brunette absently began fishing for crayons. "It was... the night before last--the one where none of the doors were correct--and I met another patient heading the same way I was. Mmm long story short, I face planted into his shoulder when we suddenly crashed into the institute's kitchen pantry on his motorcycle..." It probably didn't help that they were drinking, but... "It doesn't hurt anymore, though..." She continued just to alleviate any worry. "Actually, it really only hurt the day after. Heard you guys had an exciting night too..." It was worth a shot to try and move the subject past her own clumsiness.