By the time five minutes had past, Tifa had clearly begun getting visibly agitated.

Cloud had left her hanging again and even worst, right during the tournament. She muttered a few choice words she'd picked up from her customers and Cid, her leather gloves creaking as her fist tightened.

She was startled however, as Auria came to her with her plan and nodded, a flash of worryannoyance crossing her face at Cloud's no-show. "That could work." She replied, trying to think of a method to distract Hades. "I'm sorry...nothing I can think of might be of help." Or... at least nothing that she would actually do, such as unzip her vest for a bit.