It doesn’t take long before their exchange over the mental network when Sephiroth shows up. The Normandy is difficult not to notice at a distance, and it draws the eye to the gun range — Sephiroth’s most obvious point of interest.

She will find him standing there, stoic as a statue as always, green eyes roving over the weapon’s rack. He pauses before reaching out for one; notably, one that might be more suited to having originated from a world other than Abraxas, far more advanced. His curiosity is obviously piqued, turning it over in gloved hands.