At least it seemed the order to retreat from the City had already been given, yet that didn't stop Sephiroth -in his determined though something staggering sprint for the outskirts- from taking a good note of how his fellow soldiers were also going about getting out. He slowed on more than one occasion, and diverted through dangerously crumbling streets perhaps more than he should have; avoiding falling debris and rallying those soldiers who might otherwise become lost.

As a result, finally -and perhaps one of the last- Sephiroth urges himself to push that sprint for the final stretch that would put him on the Enterprise. No matter how much his legs, or even his whole body, were burning from the exertion and would most likely punish him later. When close enough, Spencer was launched in the direction of the airship and he flew on ahead a few paces; just to make sure that the crew saw that another Hero was incoming.

Once aboard the deck, the seasoned Colonel gripped at a nearby railing -so he wouldn't be knocked over by the constant shaking- and began to slow his breathing in the same way an athlete might do after a marathon. Though Sephiroth's eyes appeared to be firmly only a few feet ahead of himself, pinned to the deck, he was indeed still listening to the comments and outrage being thrown around.

He didn't disagree particularly, with Sheena, but taking it out on Cid wasn't going to help at all. As for what they were going to do now; well, Sephiroth still couldn't speak past the steady gulps of air he was taking, but it seemed to him that take off was imminent.