Tifa feels a sudden pressure hit her from behind. Luckily, she has a strong enough figure to hold herself, but the impact is slight. She falls front a bit thinking it's another rude pedestrian.

"Hey, you should bec--" She pauses to notice as she turned around to see a man quite dressed differently from the crowd. Could he be someone who just arrived just like her. . ?

"You wouldn't happen to come from another place, have you?" She asked in a gentle yet curious tone of voice.