[ if the man is momentarily shocked by anything in looking at her, tifa barely notices since it's hardly the first thing to draw her attention with this stranger. really, what does work to briefly distract her is when he looks in her direction and she catches sight of his eyes, a bright crimson that almost matches her own, rare enough in its color.

at his disappointment over his own clothing, her own lips quirk in a gentle humored smile. ]

Oh, I don't know. I think it looks— [ she gives a tilt of her head, not quite staring him down, avoiding any seemingly accidental gawking at his appearance, but sparing a glance. ] It's not too bad.

[ ever the polite one, tifa lockhart.

but then his question prompts a raise of her brows, lips parting with a surprise that shouldn't be there. after all, she'd been the one to explain it to him and she's here, isn't she? she supposes it'd make sense to be asked for help. ]

I— well— [ oh, she's turning a little red, isn't she? maybe she should just find an excuse to swiftly reject it — the shoot, right? not that she's in a rush to get there — but there's that part of her that feels guilty in letting down someone who needs help kicking in. ] If you don't have anyone else, I can give it a shot. I can, um, close my eyes too, if that helps.