Whether or not Yuna was going to help him gather up the things she'd dropped, or if she were going to just stand there staring at him as if something had petrified her it didn't matter. Occasionally Sephiroth looked up to see her stood over him but soon enough that which could be salvaged was placed back in it's bag which he raised up for her to take before stepping back and standing up.

"Yuna, but not Yuna?" A short laugh, an attempt to break the icy tension between them that he just simply didn't understand. He knew full well how easily he could intimidate people, but he wasn't even trying to. It seemed a bit excessive, the near-fear in her eyes. "How does that work, exactly? Are you sure that you're OK?"

Now that he took more of an in-depth look over Yuna, closer up she did seem a little different to the Yuna he had already met.