Tifa. [he echoes with a smile, committing her name to memory. when it fades, when the conversation drifts back to Elena, he hums] And yeah, she's ...

[and then he hesitates, stops as something seems to occur to him]

Actually, hold on a second. I might have a picture of her. [and then he's just going to pull his journal out of his pocket and start thumbing through it. he knows he has sketches of Sam and Sully, for all that they were involved in his latest mess, but is there one of Elena? he's less sure, but it's worth looking into]

... kinda wish the lights were cooperating ...