"It's nice to see you too, Dr. Cid," Sephiroth replied casually, with just the faintest hint of a smirk. "You think we could continue our discussion indoors? I doubt the citizens of this city would be happy with so many heavily armed people standing about in the street."

Zack's arrival with his young friend - a ShinRa ground trooper, from the uniform - did nothing to ease the tension. He considered the man and the sword at his back, both bringing back what passed for fond memories to Sephiroth. Battles fought and won, nights around the campfires spent sharpening weapons and throwing the occasional jab at one another about the day's fighting, all those came in a quick flood. He offered Zack a rare smile, and a courteous nod. "Nor have yours, I see. Just remember to let everyone know if you're going to start swinging that thing; I doubt the good doctor wants his shop destroyed by a skirmish."

And so, without much more in the way of fanfare, they all entered the shop. There seemed to be an area cleared of anything that could even remotely be considered for use as a weapon; it was to this area that Sephiroth went, as it was fairly obviously the place intended for what was looking more and more like an interrogation.