[Tifa shifts awkwardly in her chair, and she takes a long sip of her wine to buy herself some time to find an answer.]

I worked at a steamed bun stall before that. Had to make ends meet somehow, right?

[She laughs, but it's a touch uncomfortable, her relaxed poise fading with it. This is straying a little too close to the time in her life she would rather not talk about during dinner. Her recovery, the medical debt, and people taking advantage of her... Not exactly something that you discuss over porkchops.

So, she shrugs.]

Not sure I had anything planned out for what I wanted to do. Before that, I was a tour guide for my hometown.