That was their fault-- who the fuck puts a band in a room with a ceiling fan? Almost decapitated Yuffie.

[Luci heads for the kitchen area and starts opening all the cabinets. Looks like all the staples are there, like literally anything could be made in this kitchen.] ...this is really well stocked for a flat we just checked into.

[Finally she locates the coffee.] You want? [She asks, shaking the can over her shoulder at him.]