For a long moment, Farfarello just stared blankly at Rhode. Bloody snow? Eventually it clicked, and he touched his hair lightly. "Oh. The red. It's just not bleached at the roots, is all." Odd girl. Very odd. Even by Farfarello's standards. Very weird priorities. Well, at least she wasn't blowing sunshine up his arse about Helping Others and Honour or whatever it was do-gooders believed in.

Farfarello was not the least bit concerned with the implications of Rhode's interest in blood. He shrugged lazily and commented, "Watch out for a tall bloke with really long silver hair, name of Sephiroth. His blood's toxic." Yes, he was still bitter about that.