Not that Sephiroth was really in range as Jack and Kidd were discussing things, being further back in the corridor assisting the private that he's taken on voluntarily to get to safety, yet as they continued to press forwards sharp hearing caught his own name mentioned.
It seemed that Jack had been quick to take point, but the thought did occur with regards to how exactly he'd be handling others' weapons being suddenly passed to him. Kinda had his hands full already.
The same could be said for 'doing something' about his hair. Where the -rather dirty, currently- long silver mane was still tied up high it was out of his face, yet indeed the length of said tail had undoubtedly already drawn a few eyebrows as they'd progressed from the truck outside and into the school. Thankfully, Sephiroth's passenger who still managed to cling across the back of his shoulders didn't seem to be in much of a state to comprehend what Jack had just been addressing.
The look that Sephiroth delivered to the Captain, while pausing to quickly glance down between himself and the wounded man essentially hanging against his side, told both of irritation but also the fact there were for sure larger things to be concerned with than his hair, of all things. He didn't want to consider exactly what Jack might be thinking...
None of this was comfortable by any means but then now really wasn't the time to be-
"How about we just get the job done...-sir?" He forced himself to add that title on the end, having cottoned on to the plan as he'd come closer to the group.
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It seemed that Jack had been quick to take point, but the thought did occur with regards to how exactly he'd be handling others' weapons being suddenly passed to him. Kinda had his hands full already.
The same could be said for 'doing something' about his hair. Where the -rather dirty, currently- long silver mane was still tied up high it was out of his face, yet indeed the length of said tail had undoubtedly already drawn a few eyebrows as they'd progressed from the truck outside and into the school. Thankfully, Sephiroth's passenger who still managed to cling across the back of his shoulders didn't seem to be in much of a state to comprehend what Jack had just been addressing.
The look that Sephiroth delivered to the Captain, while pausing to quickly glance down between himself and the wounded man essentially hanging against his side, told both of irritation but also the fact there were for sure larger things to be concerned with than his hair, of all things. He didn't want to consider exactly what Jack might be thinking...
None of this was comfortable by any means but then now really wasn't the time to be-
"How about we just get the job done...-sir?" He forced himself to add that title on the end, having cottoned on to the plan as he'd come closer to the group.