[She sees that pointed look and returns it in kind. Yeah yeah, she knows she's the "disruption", but he seems to be enjoying that soup she brought, nonetheless.

Tifa motions to the bowl, as if to tell him to finish it up, then to his arm.]

I can help, if you'd like...? I've done plenty of training with that kind of stuff.

[Stretches, breathing exercises, the whole thing. It wasn't just punching that she studied in her teen years.]

Might be easier with an extra set of hands. [Her pointed stare fades into a more sheepish smile.] We can do that while we watch the movie I brought...

[Surpriiiiise...!]