Irish accent, what was that? Sephiroth kept unflinching eyes on Ankh as he reeled off the details of the companions he was trying to find. He couldn't see any sign of another Moogle nearby and therefore that had to mean that this man was a native. He imagined it might be difficult to find anyone in certain crowded areas of the City today, much as it had been overcrowded in the theater with everyone rammed in every which way.

Despite the rude bearing of the black mage that had approached, Sephiroth remained mostly calm and professional. He even folded the map he was holding back into it's smaller square and straightened his posture before nodding a curt acknowledgment when Ankh had finished speaking. Some old habits died hard even within his own dream, it seemed.

"That doesn't make it very much easier." Brown hair wasn't an irregular occurrence, and there had been varying levels of unkempt styles he had observed between Aqures Ixen's indigenous citizens and the newly-arrived 'Heroes of Light' - and that's just based on his wandering in one half of a day so far. "What does the accent sound like?"