[Sephiroth narrows his eyes at the way that Sheba's tone changes and the way she ducks her head down. He seems to get the hint, though he's smart enough not to take the look around. If they were being watched at this moment there wouldn't be anyway for them to tell. Just once flicks his gaze back to the stairwell in case his supervisory unit would be following. As far as he can see it's not there for the moment.

He tilts his head down and to the side slightly, his hair may go some way to throwing shadows across his face. He lowers his voice also to not much more than a grumbling whisper.]

A story about microchips delivered, by an administrator, then used to break the Tower. If true, as I suspect, then I need to know details.