Some of the uncomfortable atmosphere that had been left behind by that first conversation, when Sephiroth had first come around from his days-long slumber, still lingered in the room in Vincent's wake from when he'd finally left the silver-haired man alone to his own thoughts. There hadn't been any other visitors yet, and aside from finishing another cup of water Sephiroth had nothing else much to do other than to sit back against the now-inclined back of the bed and stare across the room.

Occasionally he felt his consciousness slipping, his eyes close again as he sat there but no sooner would his head drop to one side that he'd pull himself back awake again. He was dozing out of boredom, surely there was no way he was still tired-!

At the sound and movement of the door opening, Sephiroth blinked himself further awake again and pushed with his good arm against the bed, out of a need to make sure he was sat up as opposed to lying down. His right was still strapped firmly in a V across his chest, preventing movement that would impede healing.

He'd expected it to be Vincent. A short huff of a noise passed in acknowledgment as Mary entered instead. All of a sudden, that itchy feeling of vulnerability seemed to quadruple.