[She's not sure she knows Lyria well enough that she could outright ask... Maybe someday, but for now, Tifa's head tips with her chin resting on his chest.
She does catch onto his choice of wording. Intel... Considering what he did for a living... She'll piece it all together in a moment.]
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She does catch onto his choice of wording. Intel... Considering what he did for a living... She'll piece it all together in a moment.]
What do you mean? What do you know?
[And why wouldn't she know that he does?]