While Vincent was waiting outside of Sephiroth's room, a spoony bard just so happened to be walking down that very hallway. She had a book tucked under her arm, a satchel with gear looped over her shoulder, and a cup of lukewarm coffee in her hand that she was trying to finish off. She hadn't liked it much when she was a kid, but here in Crystalis where sugar is something that can be found readily and added with liberal amounts of cream, she no longer found the beverage too bitter or strong. It helped to keep her awake to compose songs and poems, so in a sense, the duty of guarding Palitutu was one of the best job assignments she'd ever had.

The familiar black and red that Vincent wore made him stand out in all of this white. She smiled as she spotted him, knowing that he was someone who didn't hold any sort of grudge against her for Narasimha's manipulations, so she decided to pause and say hello.

"I didn't expect to see you here. Everything okay?" People usually didn't come to the hospital unless they or someone they cared about were in trouble.