There wasn't much thought behind it, really. As a young girl, her only dream had been to escape the limitations of small town life. Because she always dreamed for something more. Her life as a barmaid just simply came to be as a result of that. It was a means to an end, and a resource that was necessary at the time. Avalance needed a home base that was well hidden and easily accessible. And the job at the bar was an easy one to manage in between all the insanity that came with being part of a rebel group dead set on the cause. And despite all the wrong reasons that justified her claims, Tifa had few regrets.

"Well, whatever it is, I'm just glad trouble doesn't come knocking at my door." Well, not too much trouble, at least. Because no matter all the dangers and wars and fighting, this place, at least, was a safe haven. Even from the powers that seemed to guide their steps.

Wars and tournaments and experiments never came here to them. They were always taken there, in the middle of the night and at unawares, usually. And while she preferred for things like that to never happen at all, at least it was a sort of courtesy for them. "It'd be an ugly mess to clean up after, I'm sure."

Because there was no doubt that Tifa was a fighter, to the core.