Sephiroth: *snorts in annoyance* Phfeh. Sir. Whatever. Get lost now, wench. *glares at Seferia’s back as she leaves the tent, narrowing his eyes suspiciously once she’s gone. He then gets to his feet and peers out of the tent, becoming even more suspicious when he sees that it all appears to be fine. He finally steps out of the tent, losing his suspicion as the manipulative controls take effect, and he wanders away from his personal tent, immediately heading for the nearest water ration station as he is mildly dehydrated*
