Tifa held back a little chuckle as he berated the poor nurse; she didn't envy either of them in this position. Kanji was certainly not the best patient, but she understood the discomfort of being stuck in a clinic. She hated it herself.

She had many tell-tale signs of fighting visible on her, bandages and bruises, the badges worn by those who had taken on the creatures in the streets. Her hand remained heavily bandaged from the encounter she'd had with Kadaj, a wound that wouldn't readily heal and would probably be tended for awhile.

At his question, she dropped her gaze with a forced smile; this last week had been one she would gladly forget and move on from. "I got enough," she replied, not feeling very proud when so many people, including Kanji himself, had been taken away and subjected to hell.