Yuffie wasn't ignoring anyone on purpose but she had a lot to think about. It was suppose to be an easy trip even though she had planned to exchange a few heated words with her father. She had quickly realized she was being targeted though she couldn't say why. Like most things, it was probably a stupid reason.

The adrenaline and shock of the fight was gone. She'd been in fights before and had no issues killing people but she usually knew why they were attacking her. The good news was that it wasn't sure fault this time around. She glanced between Kisame and Sephiroth watching the pair curiously. If they were being blamed then they probably didn't know what was going on either.

Then she looked down at her shirt and groaned. It was stained and probably to damaged to wash. She really liked this shirt. She hit the back of her head against the wall shifting her gaze back up to Sephiroth. She tried to keep her emotions in check but she was worried. She hadn't heard news from her father yet.

"This is going no where. Now what?" It sounded calm to her but there was a soft tremor in her voice that made it obvious to Sephiroth that she wasn't up to her usual cocky self just yet. She'd leave Kisame to fight with the interrogators.