"Don't worry about it. A person can only get locked in rooms with strangers and sex toys so many times before blushing gets old." Nami sits beside the box at the foot of her bed.

"We're better off if we have a clue," she shrugs, ever the pragmatist. "So what did you want to know about it?" One arm drapes across her thighs as she leans forward, watching Tifa curiously, wondering what, if anything, she'll go for first. "It's okay to ask me what you want to know," Nami adds after a tentative pause. "We're friends."