An exit via the ceiling, huh? Tifa paused at that, relaxing slightly as Cid brought the broom back to his side. She didn't think she would be very much up to cleaning off bloodstains from the immediate vicinity - and more importantly, she probably was going to need that particular broom as well in the near future.

Glad that she had something to do at last, the young woman flashed the gruff pilot a bright smile at his response, dimmed slightly by what he'd followed up with him taking care of Vincent. Apparently, he'd made a hole in Cid's roof?

She paused, running through her options. She knew that she was already imposing on him with her new friend, but Vincent really didn't look like he remembered what had happened.

And speaking of what had happened....Cid's earlier words registered once again in her mind. He didn't have enough time to take care of himself - and considering Shera most probably wasn't known to this Cid...

Men.

She rolled her eyes, maternal instinct kicking in once again as she entered the shop briskly. For all their testosterone and macho-isms, boys would always still be boys; they would never bother about the truly important things in life.

"Thanks for your generosity, Cid. I assume you haven't had proper dinner yet, right? So why don't I make you dinner first, then you can speak with Vincent later while I fix your roof?"