"If he hasn't been, he soon will be." T'vor folded his arms across his chest and turned to look at the new arrival.
"Well, white-wings, considering that you are now standing in the presence of your two new superiors and the Demon Prince," who was standing not far off with his hands clasped behind him and his head tilted slightly, "you can say whatever it is you might ever possibly need to say in front of everyone present. There's been a change of pace since our arrival. From now on, you report either to me, or to Stormy here. Neither of us are going to lift a finger for you, so it doesn't really matter either way. Speaking of which, we'll get right down to your report. I want it in my hand--or in Stormy's--by tomorrow morning. Now. What do you want?"

Sephiroth noted the peculiar absense of cussing and insults in his General's speech. T'vor must have slept the night before. It kind of amused him, or rather, it would be amusing to see how the Angel would react to a /typical/ T'vor.

While Anuriel was out, Chrissa generally looked after things in the kitchens, so she was quite busy taking orders and making sure everything was getting done in a timely order.