He didn't have a lot of furniture, except for the small set of drawers that Yuffie were now leaning against and the wardrobe on the other side of the room within which he kept his -still very modest amount of- clothing. Sharing a room at the barracks in Esdham didn't go well with hording much in the way of personal possessions.

Sephiroth had half prepared himself for a verbal barrage from Yuffie, given her previous comment which seemed to lead that way, that at first he missed completely that she came here looking for his help. He raised his gaze from the floor to look over Yuffie more carefully as she continued, though managed to suppress the urge to fold his arms up. He'd overheard something of a new plan forming at the meeting but had hoped it wouldn't get very far off the ground.

"I think you may really have lost it, Yuffie. What do you possibly think you could learn by leading a group of greener Heroes back into Imperial territory?"