Compared to how Vincent had appeared when Sephiroth had last seen him, within that strange dimension of memories, he might be forgiven for not recognizing the mostly-black clad man as he approached him. But as it became obvious Vincent were headed in his direction, Sephiroth's uniform-clad shoulders turned slightly so that his whole posture was squared in facing the other man.

Sephiroth too, looked different in that when compared to the silver-crested shoulders which were usually clad in armor and his long trench-coat which usually fell straight down his frame. For a start, his hair shifted significantly less where it was tightly tied up and back.

It was indeed like something of a similar, invisible aura they held about each other though, that essence that ShinRa left it's mark with both men. Sephiroth canted his head shortly, silver bangs dropping forward and back with the motion, as Vincent addressed him. Strictly professional, to the last as well.

"It's good to see you."