The cluster of tonberries didn't move, just as Sephiroth himself didn't move, a frozen statue of tension in the silence that followed his question to Cloud. Ready to have to defend them both should the small green mole-like creatures decide to be more directly hostile.

Cloud's extended pause, the rustling of the pages of his notebook did more for rising Sephiroth's hackles than the threat of an impending fight hanging in the close air of the hall. He dared to peer back over an armored shoulder at him, a flick of a questioning expression laced with a sting of annoyance crossed the top of his brow. This was what he got for adventuring with an amateur, somethings never changed.

Then, finally Cloud seemed to redeem himself somewhat, and just in time as the first couple of tonberry proceeded to take their first steps towards the pair of them. Keeping a fast grip around Masamune's hilt, Sephiroth retreated cautiously as Cloud led them back towards the fork that they hadn't taken before.

"You'd better be right about this-" He muttered as they slipped through the door. The green little men were still around half the way towards them across the first hall by the time they got there. Already Sephiroth was concerned with their escape route but- they needed to find that paintbrush first.