“Colonel Jackson, but he hasn’t made it to this shelter yet Our connection with the rest of the city was broken three days ago. We won’t have any updates on the situation until the alert is over.”

Beyond caring for Jack’s situation though, it is evident the soldier got his attention elsewhere.

“Who are these?”

The soldier’s eyes are fixed on Sephiroth and Deadpool in particular as he asks this question. Is he supposed to believe they are Americans? Sephiroth might just have particular hair and he’s ready to accept that, but the other one… Disguised like this he could be anyone—Like a German spy. Or something. Imagination runs wild pretty quickly in these kind of situations. In the meantime the little boy looked up as Santa addressed him. The woman was still holding his hand, but he looked down, apparently pondering on what Santa had just told him.

“B-But I-I…”

The kid didn’t seem to know what to reply to Santa’s words and the woman who was holding the kid’s hand turned her stare to Santa, both with a smile and a raised eyebrow. She was quick to turn her attention back to the kid however.

“Come, I’ll take you where the others are.”

With that said, she led the crying boy to the room where most other children were staying.