The Medical Personnel staff member let himself inside with a curt nod to Noemi before he moved over to the bed. He dumped his bag onto the floor and began to connect magnetic probes to Sephiroth’s head, also wrapping an arm band around his nearer bicep.
Sephiroth sat still but clearly didn’t appreciate the intrusion. *”Retired, yes. From the military…”* He said, scowling. *”But I still would have been a tactician. Did you see how old some of those military tacticians were at HQ? Grand Marshal Torres was nearly 70.”*