Sephiroth: *has been fighting against his state of unconciousness for now, and reaches behind himself to try and pull at the tranquilizer darts still jammed in his back and neck. He makes a weak groan, his arm movement un-coordinated and slow. He remains lying down for now*
Hojo: *returns some time later, carrying a large box of assorted padlocks and keys. He dumps it onto the ground, then begins to go through it, humming* Now… one of these is bound to be useful…