"They're... They're not going to leave the Convoy alone, are they? They're going to kill people, if they get the chance."

Logically, this should probably put some fear into her; life in danger, people ready to murder her, time to remove herself from the situation. But... Her mind isn't in the rational mood right now. Having a reminder of the past right next to her doesn't help with that; if anything, it's making Tifa dig her heels into the dirt, settle into a fighting stance and face more oncoming foes.

"I'm not running; if they want to attack the Convoy, they need to go through me first."

She's vaguely aware that other people nearby might have the same sentiment; plenty of battles breaking out all around this wasteland, now... And for what it's worth, plenty of people holding their own. Still doesn't change how she feels.

Might as well back that up by racing forward and closing with the remaining hound. Her motions are swift and violent, darting back forth once, twice, thrice, each with a crackling impact. By the end of that rush, that's one more robot reduced to spare parts.