Tifa looked up through her bangs at the strange grouping of boy in front of her. She wasn't exactly sure how she had been roped into this little pseudo music band, but it was a rather cute idea. It was warming to know that there were several more patients with a penchant for optimism outside the few she had met. Aside from Claude, Tifa had only witnessed underlying discontent that did nothing to boost confidence in themselves or others. It was a grim future for all, but if there was no joy to be found in everyday living... what was point in living at all?

Surely these men had faced the same harsh realities that had hounded Zack and she last night. And yet they were able to move on and forget just for now. In the face of adversity, what better way to stick it to those that contained them but the look of hope, to smile and to laugh and to enjoy what little time there was?

Her shame was still great, but Tifa's mood was buoyed for now. If they needed someone on the piano, she was happy to give them some of her time. Since it seemed specifics were still being hashed out, the young woman was content to wait and listen.