Her fallen items forgotten for the moment, Tifa blinked at the unexpected, abrupt question. It was not like she was expecting an apology or anything; but this particular man was...simply put, odd. Or perhaps he had different notions of what manners were.

Or maybe he was just cranky. Who knew?

Tifa Lockhart was sure meeting stranger and stranger people by the hour.

Brushing dark strands of hair out of her face almost impatiently, silently cursing her rotten luck and hoping that her electronic journal was not damaged in any way, she crouched down and gathered them up before responding.

"I'm Tifa; thank you very much for the pleasant greeting." Her curiosity outweighed her grumpiness, however, as she studied him once again. "You don't look like you're from here...who are you?"