Spencer will just stay right there with Ophelia on her perch for the time being -they've grown close due to story time and the nerd-mog wants to comfort and be comforted. It's what moogles do with so much more ease than their human partners do.

Sephiroth stopped a reasonable distance from Vincent that was both within a polite range for conversation but also so that he didn't jeopardize any of his field of view around and behind the other man. Sharp eyes quickly picked over Vincent's condition, in particular the raggedy parts of his mantle that had been something else entirely when he'd morphed into Chaos. The silver warrior had never seen Chaos, despite the trip back into Vincent's memories that he'd taken before.

But then he hadn't expected to have seemingly exploded a star out of the sky, either.

"There wasn't much time to gain much of an impression, but it didn't ring any recognition with me at least. Nor Spencer." To be true the little guy had been quite like Ophelia; yet more shaking than clinging to him when they'd been in that other place.

"I think it's safe to say that we were, and might still be, somewhere within the Interdimensional Rift."