Tifa Lockhart had been waiting for three days for Cloud to come back, so she responded with a smile, turning when the door opened. But it was just a woman that had entered, and she sighed lightly. I swear, Cloud... You better not be late again, dammit... She had been absently cleaning the same glass for two minutes before the woman's voice cut through her thoughts. "Can I have some water, please? Biggest glass you got." "Sure." She was just putting ice into the glass when the bell over the door jingled, and she turned around to see Cloud and Vincent walk into the bar. "Who's that?" She said with mild curiosity, seeing that Vincent had someone unconscious over his shoulder. "We-" "He just appeared out of nowhere!" Yuffie darted into the bar, cutting off Vincent and completely ignoring the stare he sent her way. "We had just run into Sir Blondie here where there was the puff of what looked like black smoke, and when it blew away, this guy was passed out cold."

Yaina looked up from the glass of water Tifa had handed her, and the first thing she noticed about the unconscious young man was he had this striking shade of a platinum-grey hair. The second thing that she noticed was that his clothes were highly odd, even more so than her own red and black ensemble. "Well, go put him upstairs in a bed, Vincent. I'll take a look at him in just a moment." Yaina's eyes followed Vincent as he disappeared up the stairs, then she looked over as Cloud sat down at the far corner of the bar. "You know, I was getting real close to getting angry at you, Cloud. You were almost late!" Yaina looked between the two as Cloud tried to get in a few words, and Tifa kept talking over him. While she had no memories of her own, the past sixteen years of wandering allowed her to be able to read people and their emotions better than most, as that is how she had learned to interact with people on a daily basis. From what she could gather, it was quite obvious that these two people were very much in a relationship.

"Hey... Are you okay?" Yaina turned quickly to look at the dark-haired girl that had walked in with the others, then noticed that she was staring at Yaina's arms. The woman looked down and winced when she saw that her sleeves all the way up to her shoulders were darkened with blood, and that her shirt couldn't absorb any more, as blood rolled down her arms and dripped onto the counter, where her wrists hung over it. "Oh my!" Tifa turned from arguing with cloud to see this, and she reached under the bar, pulling out a large white box. "Come upstairs. I can help you and look over that young man Vincent took upstairs." Yaina could see in the woman's eyes that she wouldn't take no for an answer, so she released her grip on her glass and stood to her feet carefully, wincing as the tired muscles in her legs cramped.

Tifa lead Yaina into the same room where the young men now was, and Yaina sat down in a bed, finding herself looking over at the still-sleeping young man. There was something so... oddly familiar about him... I feel like I've seen him somewhere before... Yaina winced when Tifa poured the antiseptic over the needle wounds, and she waved down the woman's sorry, still left with a strange feeling of forgetfulness. Just as Tifa finished banaging her arms, the young man made a sound. Yaina turned her head, and almost jumped when she found him staring at her, that same look she had on her face while looking at him earlier, on his own face. "Yavana?" Almost instantly, images flashed through her head at a rapid pace, and she held her right hand against her head as she winced. "Ugh..." A name floated to the top of her head, and she looked at the young man with wide eyes. "... Hope?"