There was something spectacular about lingering up on deck rather than being subjected to the potentially toxic social environment which it could turn into - he had his own allocated room aboard the Enterprise which he could retreat to but he'd miss all of it if he just stayed there all evening. What -indeed- would have been the point coming at all if he were just to stay there?

The fireworks going off around Trano Golsaucia were far enough away to seem minuscule in the cold night sky but it didn't take much imagination at all to smile -to himself- at how the bright colors might lighten the spirits of all that watched them.

Sephiroth were, himself, draped forwards with his forearms rested atop the railing. A half-empty flute of non-discernible liquid between the fingers of one hand; though most of his hands were hidden within the long sleeves of his coat. A thicker, winter coat as fitting for the frigid temperature outside. The overlong tail of silver hair all pulled down forwards over a shoulder, the chilly air lifting a few strands every so often.

It was silly to think he hadn't noticed someone else step into his vicinity, but like Rukia he seemed for the most part captured in his own thoughts.