[Tifa has been in the other room, but it wasn't difficult to hear when the argument started to get heated. She's been in the hall for a minute or two, just keeping an eye out—she knows how quickly these things can escalate, and it isn't hard to imagine that happening here, when they're all so stressed. She's not going to get involved unless she has to, though.
It's when things get physical that she steps forward, closing the distance in a few quick strides. Royce is the one she goes for, reaching out to grab him by the bicep and pull him back. Tifa is slight but strong, and she grips his arm tightly. He's the one she's worried about, because she figures if Sora gets some space he'll deescalate.]
Duster.
[Her voice is sharp and firm, no-nonsense, and she gives his arm another quick little tug.]
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It's when things get physical that she steps forward, closing the distance in a few quick strides. Royce is the one she goes for, reaching out to grab him by the bicep and pull him back. Tifa is slight but strong, and she grips his arm tightly. He's the one she's worried about, because she figures if Sora gets some space he'll deescalate.]
Duster.
[Her voice is sharp and firm, no-nonsense, and she gives his arm another quick little tug.]
That's enough. Both of you.