As they all pile back out of the room Sephiroth steps back into the corridor, a few steps further up from where they'd come from so that there isn't so much of a crush when the door is finally slammed shut.

Checking over himself in the meantime to make sure none of those Zadom were still attached, he then finds the one that Dylas had launched at his hair. Still hanging on. He narrowed eyes at the closest people to him; having not seen exactly whom had thrown it and suspecting any one of them, before reaching around and grabbing it firmly by the body, plucking it free. Sephiroth then mercilessly slammed it to the floor, a quick, sturdy stomp with the full flat of his boot was delivered to its head, ending that nuisance.

"Right. Let's move on."