[Tifa only looks at him silently, surprise written clear across her face, but she doesn't say a word. Not at first, anyway. Her eyes follow in the direction it had skittered off in, towards a pile of boxes in the corner of the room. She can hear scraping and shuffling, followed by the tiniest mewl.]
Neither. I think it's just scared. And small.
[She whispers it as she comes up beside him again.]
There anything we could give it? A toy... or some food?
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Neither. I think it's just scared. And small.
[She whispers it as she comes up beside him again.]
There anything we could give it? A toy... or some food?