[He doesn't open his notebook again, nor reach for his pen, but instead takes the coffee cup to busy his hands. He's normally very, very good at keeping himself from fidgeting or anything else unnecessary, but he wants to talk far more than he usually does. It can't be the alcohol, he hadn't had nearly enough for it to affect him. There had been something in the books about the water... damn. His gloved fingers squeeze the sides of the cup briefly as he turns over what Tifa has said in his mind.]
And are there others here from your group as well? Those who would share the cognition of both this bar, and its function as a hideout, I should say.
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[He doesn't open his notebook again, nor reach for his pen, but instead takes the coffee cup to busy his hands. He's normally very, very good at keeping himself from fidgeting or anything else unnecessary, but he wants to talk far more than he usually does. It can't be the alcohol, he hadn't had nearly enough for it to affect him. There had been something in the books about the water... damn. His gloved fingers squeeze the sides of the cup briefly as he turns over what Tifa has said in his mind.]
And are there others here from your group as well? Those who would share the cognition of both this bar, and its function as a hideout, I should say.