Sephiroth caught sight of that unmistakable red hair amidst the crowd. He was cradling a new drink now, foisted upon him by the overeager bartender. It was minty and he wasn't sure he liked it but at least it was something to do with his hands and in situations like this that was always important.

"Reno. Have you seen Aerith?"

Sephiroth has no idea if Reno will remember anything about him or them, but what he does have is the ability to plow forward boldly.