[Tifa's head cants to the side, seeing a smile she knows too well. It's the same sort of smile she wears sometimes, and while there's worry wrinkling her brows, she motions for Mitsuru to sit along with her.]

Nope. Well, I didn't want to be too late, but I just grabbed at the opportunity to go for a run.

[The cup of tea that's already waiting for her is more than welcome, its sweet aroma wafting into her head already, and she sighs contentedly before peering across at her friend. She'd make some more small-talk before diving right in, but the way that she's holding herself... She wouldn't be able to relax herself without knowing what was going on, so she presses gently.]

So, is everything okay?