[Listen! She's not teasing him about it (yet)! This is just in case they need to use something to either make themselves blend in or fight their way through.

Next time don't let her convince him to not bring his weapon with him.

She's already shuffling past him to rummage through the wooden boxes and chests of drawers for something, finding just about anything she can imagine finding in here. Chains? No, too heavy. Feathers? What could they even do with those? Ah, here they go.

Since he already knows how to use it... Tifa hands him a whip. This one is pink and its handle is decorated with feathers hanging off the end of it.]

... This is the only one I could find. Let's go.

[She doesn't need anything—if worse comes to worse, she'll just kick and punch her way through again—so she cracks the door open and leads the way out...

It's just as she thought: the customers are gone, and most of the club is filled now with guards searching under tables, opening up parts of the stage, checking the doors, questioning the workers... They must be trying to find the knights that escaped. And at center stage of it all is the queen herself.]

Just act like we're supposed to be here, and we shouldn't be noticed. They're all too busy looking around for the others.