Tifa Lockheart is not a girl to mess with, Reno finds out. Admittedly he can understand the whole dropping the Plate thing, but that’s not why his jaw aches even after Elena reluctantly uses Cura on him. No, she punched him for no other reason than that he’d slung a friendly arm around her shoulders.
He doesn’t know what her problem is. He didn’t actually do anything, or even had the thought for more than a passing moment. Strife had been nearby and merely blinked at them. So...?
“Girl’s gotta chill,” he mutters.
Rufus smirks. “I think she likes you.”