[She does recognize the rifle leaning against the wardrobe, and she only gives it a passing glance before his permission has her tripping forward so that she can practically run to the bathroom, in no shortage of a hurry to get this stink of ale off of her one way or another.
So, after walking at breakneck speed, she gives a little thanks and closes the door. Any other sober day, she would have been more polite about it, insisting that he go first since it is his room, but today is not that sober day. Today, Tifa is eager to clean herself up and hopefully sober herself up as a result.
But by the time he returns, the shower will have already been turned off, and steam filters into the rest of the room as Tifa dries up, and she should probably know better, but she'll wander out of the room in one of the big, white, fluffy housecoats provided by the inn, her clothes folded neatly and clutched in her arms, and when she sees Eustace, she screams.]
Wait, what are you—!?
[She almost throws her clothes at him before she remembers that this is not her room, but his.......]
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So, after walking at breakneck speed, she gives a little thanks and closes the door. Any other sober day, she would have been more polite about it, insisting that he go first since it is his room, but today is not that sober day. Today, Tifa is eager to clean herself up and hopefully sober herself up as a result.
But by the time he returns, the shower will have already been turned off, and steam filters into the rest of the room as Tifa dries up, and she should probably know better, but she'll wander out of the room in one of the big, white, fluffy housecoats provided by the inn, her clothes folded neatly and clutched in her arms, and when she sees Eustace, she screams.]
Wait, what are you—!?
[She almost throws her clothes at him before she remembers that this is not her room, but his.......]