There was the absolute briefest of moments where Ankh considered rerouting his advance on Sephiroth and approaching someone else instead. The man was slightly intimidating, and even if he'd never admit it, approaching someone who looked like they might not put up with his attempts at bossing them around didn't sound like the greatest of ideas. A moment and two continued steps toward him later, Ankh threw that thought out the window, because finding Eiji and Artemis was more important than potentially pissing off a guy with possibly crazier fringe than him.

He did have the sense to come to a stop a good few feet from Sephiroth and raised an arm to gesture.

"People from my home, two men. Possibly traveling together here, possibly not. One has an Irish accent, the other doesn't have much of one. Both have brown hair, the one without an accent looks like he never brushes it." He frowned at his attire. "...Not certain about what they're wearing."