[Even Tifa is surprised by their proximity, but... well, if she hadn't just been stared to death with daggers for eyes, she might have said something. However, she's far too preoccupied with looking past him at the crowds, eyes darting left and right to try finding the woman.]
Uh... Brown hair, medium length? She's wearing a green shirt and—
[Her words suddenly catch in her throat when she makes eye contact with her at the other end of the theatre's wide entrance. There she is staring right back at her. If looks could kill...]
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Uh... Brown hair, medium length? She's wearing a green shirt and—
[Her words suddenly catch in her throat when she makes eye contact with her at the other end of the theatre's wide entrance. There she is staring right back at her. If looks could kill...]
Twelve o'clock.