[Her hands fall to her hips, and her lips pout out thoughtfully as her eyes move about the room.]

We should move all this stuff out of here anyway, shouldn't we? I don't think I want any of it...

[What she does want is a storage room organized her way which—if anyone knows her—would be impeccable and immaculate. Not dusty and dark like this place is... and covered in sprinkles... And there are way too many boxes and shelves.

But she'll start searching anyway, moving boxes around to make sure there are no small holes big enough for it to come and go through within the room, and as she moves, the kitten seems to grow increasingly more curious of them.

So curious that it wanders up and sniffs at Eustace's shoes and pants before it rubs its side up against him, and Tifa giggles.]

Looks like it's taking a shine to you already.