Scoffing at the idea, she couldn't help but laugh at the other's comment. Considering her own job and where they were meeting, Jill was preaching to the choir, here.

"At least you don't work at a bar." Wiping off a clean glass, Tifa set it down gently in front of her companion in preparation for the other's drink request. If she had one to begin with. "But this was a pleasant surprise. I wasn't expecting you to come in today." Or most days, for that matter.

Jill went to bars, yes, but those visits tended to be few and far in between. There was always a reason. And, in her experience, it was never a particularly good one where either one were concerned. But, she thought with a downcast glance around the room, at the very least Tifa could give the other her full and undivided attention. "So what can I do you for?"