As quickly as they travel through the lesser traversed back allies; the rotten underbelly of Kiddilion as far as it seems, Sephiroth neither allows himself to fall behind Maul's pace nor ignore what's going -or not going- on around them. He might one day have to remember the exact route, and he will. One day he might have to recall any one of the faces of the shady individuals they passed, he'd do that in a beat as well.

He's completely unafraid to meet any lingering glance; better to get a feel for exactly the role Maul has wound himself into, in this particular hive of scum and villainy. Sephiroth knows better than to utter a single word towards any of them, besides, he's so far above the trash of existences like these.

Coming upon the landing pad, it's immediately obvious the knocked-together airship that stands before him. So much grubbier than the vessels contained in the fleet of the Curti center. It strikes a sense of unwelcome anticipation in him; were they seriously going to be able to get off the ground, let alone be safe from the void out in the Dream Width itself?

Another spike of unease jolts somewhere deep in his consciousness as Maul held his hand up to signal for Sephiroth to wait, along with the sour edge of contempt; just who did this other offworlder think that he was? Quickly the rising desire to correct that mistake was smothered under logic though, he's not deluded enough to think himself above the way things worked here. He's still bound to a human frame, after all.

Self-preservation before pride, yet again. The tall silver-haired man reminds himself as he follows Maul and the crew up the ramp and into the ship. He wasn't about to trust either of the strangers to walk up behind him.

"I'd not imagine otherwise. Let's see what that anomaly of yours is all about."