Turning a bit, Tifa wasn't a stranger to having random people come up and chat her up... but it didn't make her feel very comfortable having the attention, regardless. Giving him a cordial smile, she greeted him. "Indeed; this is a beautiful city, I must say." She responded. Standing up and handing out her hand, she smiled. "My name is Tifa Lockhart, sir." He had scars across his face... was he involved in some war or experiment?