Sephiroth couldn't say that he really minded the bus. He'd ridden in much worse during his time in Shin-Ra's army. Walked through worse if one wanted the truth. The change in clothing had been likewise accepted without a complaint. He was pleased to make it back to wearing something that wasn't just grey. While the black jeans were ragged at the knee and ankle, he was content with them.

There was a reason for Sephiroth's passivity today, and it wasn't druggings. Since arriving at Landel's, he'd been lucky so far in avoiding nurses with needles although there had been a few close calls such as with the Turk and his friend. No, Sephiroth had plans which probably didn't bode well for anyone. The next move was Kadaj's and Cloud's, although he was willing to speed things up himself if necessary.