Sephiroth: *makes a loud frustrated growl* Well, shit… gather up your items. We’re going right now. *runs on ahead, charging up the stairs, soon heading onto the roof where the helicopter is waiting forh him. He moves to stand near Rude, grunting sharply to get his attention* Sir. Are you the TURK we have been looking for? We’re here.
Hal: Geez, he likes to jump the gun, doesn’t he… *runs on after Sephy, panting when he finally catches up to him*