[ Looking up from her book, Nami waves from a cozy looking seating area off to the side of the suite's entryway. ] Glad you found your way. [ For reasons beyond just wanting to see Tifa again after the memory of their time in the locker room was potent enough to make her skin flush every time it came to mind. Nami hadn't been kidding about her place being a good spot to hide out from the House and all its nonsense, and she wants Tifa to feel comfortable enough here that she might use this place like a port in a storm.

Leaving her book on her seat, Nami moves towards Tifa, her hand briefly resting on the other woman's elbow once she's close enough to touch her, a little smile flickering at the corners of her lips as she meets her gaze, marveling, not for the first time, at the ruddy mahogany color of the other woman's eyes. ]

Come on, I figured we could go to the kitchen, unless you want to drink outside. [ A pause. ] It's not really outside, outside. But, there's a bar there too.