Sephiroth: *makes a loud yipe and immediately sits up to rub his ear* What? You’re going to cut open my head and give me those conforming brain implants? Is this because I was annoyed at you last night? *deeply frowns and moves off the bed, looking around the room for a place to retreat to*
Ysaty’mee: *is busy across the other side of the room, moving boxes of paperwork. He looks up at Noemi as she speaks however, and walks across the room, moving into the cell* What is it that you do not understand?