[The fleeting glance of his face vanishes again as Sephiroth looks down and back at Elena well before she's steadied herself enough to make a comment on the injury that -with everything else that's going in- he's mostly forgotten is still there. Never mind the scenario behind it that he likely won't forget for a long time; if he hadn't moved exactly the way that he had at that time, it's likely he wouldn't have had a head.
Quickly his eyes, and all of the attention that comes with it, are drawn to where she's reached inside her jacket. As smooth and seamless as the gesture is, there is something obvious just hovering shy of his perception. What exactly was this woman doing out here? Her story didn't quite seem kosher and-
A phone. Flipped open. It took yet another moment, eyes squinting almost to oblivion as he tries to make it out in the dark, but within an instant of seeing the flaring logo on the screen something tightens claws around the bottom of Sephiroth's chest. It took everything he had not to take a sharp breath in as the dots connected, a slip of self-control perhaps as a shudder ran right up his back as the consequences multiplied.
A Turk. Had to be. Not one that he recalls, mind-]
A Mastered Cure Materia, hm? Given all the trouble in the area, it sounds to me like you're up here for a little bit more than a sunrise-
[Due to the dark, he's not noticed how the woman also comes with a firearm before but now he might well be looking for it. Inspecting her while at the same time trying to keep his face in the shadows of his hood. It's only going to work so far, until she steps closer. Sephiroth quickly comes to the conclusion that it's only a matter of time before this is going to go somewhere just as lethal as the assault at Gongaga a few days before.
He backpedals some, towards the entrance of the cave, discreet enough to make his retreat not seem so knee-jerky, but at the same time he knows that there is a greater chance of someone inside there at least catching wind of the encounter going on outside. Another flash of the side of his face then, higher up and almost as far as his eyes, as he had to look back and down to near-miss a stumble against the rocky outcrop. This time an entire section, one half of his silver bangs fell full-forwards, across his face, out from within the hood.]
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Quickly his eyes, and all of the attention that comes with it, are drawn to where she's reached inside her jacket. As smooth and seamless as the gesture is, there is something obvious just hovering shy of his perception. What exactly was this woman doing out here? Her story didn't quite seem kosher and-
A phone. Flipped open. It took yet another moment, eyes squinting almost to oblivion as he tries to make it out in the dark, but within an instant of seeing the flaring logo on the screen something tightens claws around the bottom of Sephiroth's chest. It took everything he had not to take a sharp breath in as the dots connected, a slip of self-control perhaps as a shudder ran right up his back as the consequences multiplied.
A Turk. Had to be. Not one that he recalls, mind-]
A Mastered Cure Materia, hm? Given all the trouble in the area, it sounds to me like you're up here for a little bit more than a sunrise-
[Due to the dark, he's not noticed how the woman also comes with a firearm before but now he might well be looking for it. Inspecting her while at the same time trying to keep his face in the shadows of his hood. It's only going to work so far, until she steps closer. Sephiroth quickly comes to the conclusion that it's only a matter of time before this is going to go somewhere just as lethal as the assault at Gongaga a few days before.
He backpedals some, towards the entrance of the cave, discreet enough to make his retreat not seem so knee-jerky, but at the same time he knows that there is a greater chance of someone inside there at least catching wind of the encounter going on outside. Another flash of the side of his face then, higher up and almost as far as his eyes, as he had to look back and down to near-miss a stumble against the rocky outcrop. This time an entire section, one half of his silver bangs fell full-forwards, across his face, out from within the hood.]
-don't you think you should...get on?