["Bureau of Innovation and Technological Advancement" conjures up very specific imagery: namely, an assortment of machinery and contraptions, some eccentric, some a bit more intimidating than the rest. Sephiroth finds he's not terribly off the mark when they arrive in the receiving room, a space full of models of foreign inventions, but there's no time to confirm or debunk any more of his biases. Aleksander comes barging in, beelining it straight to Sephiroth and snatching Nicola directly out of his hands.

He watches wordlessly as the man comforts his apparent muse, who doesn't look all that bothered in Sephiroth's own estimation. Still, he says nothing until he's spoken to, and when he does, his affectation is no different than rattling off a particularly mundane mission report.]

She's been flying all over the city. [As if that isn't an obvious conclusion, where a bird is concerned.] But we found her atop a museum roof in the southeastern part of the city.

[A beat. He supposes it's not a full report without mentioning the main hazard.]

She was being hunted by a cat.