He had mentioned being hard to miss, and that was no exaggeration — at least, he thinks so, insofar as his own experiences are concerned. Sephiroth turns to look at her from over the metal pauldron of his SOLDIER’s outfit. His eyes are cat-like and his silver hair sways with the movement, a lengthy curtain behind him.

“That’s right,” he says, and there is something about his tone that could be confused as boredom, but given how he returns his attention to the weapon at hand, that is clearly not the case.

“I was curious.” An obviousness, but perhaps an explanation as to why he’s manhandling her Horizon toys without so much as a proper first meeting. Maybe it passes as an apology, in his own strange way. “This weaponry is more advanced than what I’ve normally seen.”

Left side, bottom. His thumb presses against the switch on the assault rifle.