The Barkeep nodded along with Yuffie's complaints. More often than not, customers just needed on open ear to listen to their problems rather than have a conversation. What she said was agreeable: things weren't looking great, and everyone had something on their mind at one point or another.

"I get what ya mean," he replied. A beer was good enough for a stressful day. He wasn't one of those irresponsible bartenders that encouraged people to drink the strongest stuff first. "Hard to control feelin's, as they often control us without us realizin' it. Can't blame ya for anythin', but recognizin' it's a bad idea's a step most folks don't take."

He bent over to fill a mug with frothy brown beer from the keg, wiped the edges with a rag, and set it in front of Yuffie. "What's been eatin' at you, if I may ask?"

He was going to ask anyway, but formalities are polite.