Angeal had only stepped away to change his clothing once he came to the realization that his own warrior's garb was just too much to sit through a play. It was meant for fighting, not sitting. The customary trademark of his SOLDIER's uniform sans the Buster Sword was unmistakable. He felt like his old self again and weapons weren't allowed in the theater, or at least he took it as such and put it away to be polite.

He hadn't missed much of the play, just the introduction, but that was enough for Angeal to know the scope and plot of the production. His eyes were fixed forward as he stepped through the aisles, his moogle trailed close behind. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted the unmistakable silver hair that belonged to his friend Sephiroth. While they were still on talking terms, Angeal had given what he could to his superior without giving himself away. He was caught in the middle.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked. It was better than to assume. If Sephiroth didn't want him there, he could leave and not feel ashamed.