Seres released a soft grunt as Sephiroth banked the bike. Her grip momentarily tightened, for she was a bit nervous. Still, she didn’t complain. Instead, she just hopped off the bike once Sephiroth had stopped it.
“Thank you for driving, Father,” Seres graciously stated. She then looked at the medical center before she glanced back at Sephiroth. “You’re coming, right?”