[There's that weird feeling again when he sees those tears again. He's seen and been with countless others who cry or get upset, yet somehow it's Tifa that makes him feel something more than general empathy. Like he wants to make them stop, but feels helpless because he doesn't know how. So he just focuses on her question about the kitten who is eying Tifa warily and actually flinches when Tifa's hand reaches out to it. He can only sigh a little helplessly.]

Only a little bruised and had inhaled a lot of dust and smoke, but she's been treated. Now she's just afraid...understandably so given what she witnessed. Since I was the one who found her and can understand her, she's been clinging to me and wouldn't go with anyone else. ...But I can't take care of a kitten.

[There's a complicated look as he looks at the little one who has huddled further into his arm, and he can hear its painful, fearful cries. Slowly he reaches over to lightly stroke its back, and the kitten starts to relax if only just.]

That's why I came to you... Since you have some experience I was hoping she might be able to bond with you instead, but... [His voice trails as he glances at the state of the apartment, of how Tifa was clearly preparing to leave it and go somewhere else.] If it's too much, then I'll find somewhere else.