Tifa had been feeling rather worn down these past few hours, the sort of ailment that came with the changing of the season. Albeit was moving rather quickly for a cold or a fever, but nevertheless she needed to get herself some sort of medication in order to battle back the impending illness. As the expression goes, she felt very much like butter spread too thin on a piece of toast, her energy quickly depleting while she's struggling to stay on her feet.

With her vision becoming more like that of glass layered with steam, the young woman fumbles frequently as she tries to walk to the hospital. She hasn't met many she could rely on, nor would she burden some one else with her condition. By happenstance she bumps into a tall figure, wincing instantly as even the slightest bump causes her discomfort.

Trying to breath, she goes into a coughing fit, covering her mouth to keep her sickness at bay as best as she can.

"For.. Forgive me. I wasn't watching where I was going."

Tifa can only make out basic outlines and colors, nothing detailed enough that would tell her who she had bumped into. Was it a familiar face, a stranger, or perhaps another Hero of Light?