[In the middle of all of that, Tifa finds her way down from the attic—albeit very slowly and carefully, no thanks to this recent and sudden change—and peers around the corner of the stairwell to find only an outline of what sounds like a very disgruntled and unfamiliar gentleman. Without the light, and with only the small windows on either side of the door, she can't make out his face.

She accidentally kicks a glass that had somehow found its way to the floor, and if her light footsteps hadn't announced her presence, it rolling certainly will.]

Uh... wish I knew.

[She picks up the glass from the floor and sets it on the counter, but only just barely. If this were her bar, she would be able to navigate it with her eyes closed, but things have changed enough that she isn't completely sure.]

Sorry. I don't think there's a Sam or Sully around here, either. [Sheepish laughter rings out from her end of the room.] Not that I'd be able to see them...