Cloud takes a seat on a bench nearby to watch her. When they'd first started taking out monsters together, back in the slums, he was surprised at how good she was in a fight. He couldn't remember then, and still can't remember now, whether she'd ever done anything like martial arts before the incident. He may recall more now than he did in Midgar, but only because Zack's presence forced the issue, and there are still plenty of gaps and fuzzy areas in his memory, things he's never sure his mind is getting right - and there are still moments when something catches him off-guard and pulls one of those hazy memories to the forefront, and it's still too easy to lose himself when that happens.

But he doesn't want to think about any of that right now. He just wants to watch Tifa have a good time and kick a punching bag's ass into next week, and so that's what he does.

By the time she's finished, he's made a trip to the water cooler and brought back a full cup of cold water, which he hands her when she's ready for it. "You still got it," he says with a satisfied nod.