Hal: *climbs up onto the roof, peering over the edge. When the dark figure moves past him and jumps down, he tenses up, momentarily freezing up, hoping he wasn’t noticed. He sets the rifle up on the roof and gets behind it, aiming it first at the assistant, then casually sliding it over to the other figure, not sure who to shoot right now*
Sephiroth: *peers through the cracks in the crate, reaching out to tap Zack’s shoulder to silence him, attentive as he listens to the assistant and the figure begin their conversation and transaction*