Part of her wanted to rebuttal that argument, believing that any walking bag of meat would've been welcomed for the undead dinosaurs. The more people there were, the more meals to tear apart and share among them. But that was an unimportant matter. Tifa had missed the event all the same, and she was glad for it, for herself and the family she'd managed to make out of the broken pieces that were found along the way. For the others who had to suffer through the ordeal, the young barmaid could only hope that the agony hadn't lasted for long.

Pushing that thought aside as she was want to do, the young woman turned her attention back to the other, smiling soft as Jill cut into her piece without hesitation. It wasn't often that Tifa could get her to indulge in a pastry or treat - just a quick meal and the glass of whatever drink had drawn her there - so it a pleasant sight.

"It is what it is." She shrugs at the idea of it. For a long time, now, it seemed like this had been Tifa's life. She'd been a server at a bar during her entire stint in the Avalanche organization. After the fall of Meteor and the building of Edge, Cloud and the others helped to build a place of her own to run. And now, here she was again, giving comfort and a place for wayward souls to belong, even if for a little while. "Considering the places we've been to, I guess this place seems a little mundane in comparison. But that's not too bad of a thing."