Oh Ankh's Moogle was around, she just had the attention span of a gnat and was often willing to allow Ankh to swat her away. Mogishi had come to realize that Ankh wasn't especially receptive to her information-giving, so she figured it best to let him figure himself out for brief periods at a time until he was maybe a little more willing to listen to her. She was never far, but especially when he came upon another person she let him charge his way through conversation to obtain information his way instead of trying to help.

When Sephiroth's posture squared professionally, Ankh shifted his own to stand a little straighter. He was potentially trying to fluff his own feathers, figuratively, to appear larger, and it wasn't working in the least. He chuffed slightly at the question, tsking and tossing his head.

"Stupid is what it sounds like," he muttered toward his shoes, and then proceeded to fire off a few common statements of Artemis' in as best of an imitation of his accent as he could manage. "Something like that. The other one potentially talks a lot about underwear."