Tifa had split off from her group to meet them; she'd...needed to spend some time alone in the mountains. And she was getting better at taking that space for herself.

But the storm had come in quick, and she knew enough to know she wasn't going to reach them before it got too dangerous to keep going. So she'd found what shelter she could.

It's nothing special; amazing, really, that the lights and stove still work, and that the furniture is in somewhat usable condition. She's totally bundled, working on getting a proper fire going in the bedroom when she hears the door open.

She creeps out, no sign that she's tensed to strike if she needs to, but the person looks as cold and bedraggled as she was.

"Get stuck in the storm?"

If he's friendly, this is fine. If he's not...she's not staying trapped in here with someone hostile.