As the two of them were relieved of rheir shifts, the General hid an amused smile. That 'Azurael' would have no problems here, it seemed. She worked hard, and apparently, she could banter as well as any of his men. No, she'd have no problems here. But it would be a waste of talent to just keep her at doing gruntwork. He would have to find other work that befitted her skills.
"Get back to your flaming post!" He snapped at someone who was standing idle.
He chuckled quietly to himself.

Sephiroth had slept for only a few hours, but he wasn't tired when he woke once more. Again, he attempted to move his wing. The stiffness was gone, finally, so he re-sheathed it. He stood and stretched, then left his quarters to find his good friend. He found the General where he'd left him. In the control room. The men that worked under the man hardly even glanced up at him as they moved about, tending to their duties. Sephiroth had made it quite well known that he desired no special treatment when he was down here with them.

The General looked up, however. "Ah, Seph. Back so soon?"

The young Lord shrugged. "It was enough. So, did Azurael prove useful?"

"Ai, she may as well have been one of the men, the way she handled herself. She did more than well enough." He replied. "I've not seen anyone that put so much into their work, I think she may have even enjoyed it!"

"Good. So she managed not to get offended by your reputed mannerisms, did she?" The prince looked amused.

"Oh, you know. I have to keep them all their toes." The General replied, clearly amused as well.

"Aye, and a good job of it, too. Well then? Put me to work." The prince said, pushing up his sleeves. "That's an order."