Nalia stood there beyond confused by Freddie’s sudden outburst and rush to fix himself up. She turned around just in time to see a black coat disappear through the window and behind the wall between her bar and the lobby. She peeled her head through the doorway to catch a better glimpse of the new arrival, making note of the leather attire, the long silver hair billowing behind him as he walked, and the long masamune sheathed at his waist. Nalia recognized him almost immediately. She’d played all his games, watched the movie, even read the novels. Everything about this man, she’d had figurines of him, posters, memorized the words to his song and even went so far as to memorize his height and the height of his sword. It’s safe to say that her feelings for the video game villain bordered, if not just straight up swan dived, into the unhealthy.<br/><br/>It took far too many moments for her to realize that it was Sephiroth’s entrance that caused the Queen frontman to spiral into this insatiable thirst as he ran past her towards the general speaking with her sister. She gasped as he rushed ahead of her, and yelled out in a hushed tone, frantic as all hell, “Freddie! No, wait, Freddie! That’s not how that works with-“ She let out an exasperated sigh and rushed after him. If he was who she knew him to be, Freddie would likely find himself burned before he could go in for the first move. Despite loving this character, she would be the first to admit that this is one individual you have to tread lightly around, else you wanted to be impaled. He despised humans, so all of them there were already at a major disadvantage simply for existing.<br/><br/>As she rushed towards him, she found herself stopping in her tracks, her heart jumping into her throat. He BUMPED INTO HIM!? ON PURPOSE! Oh no. She knew that Freddie couldn’t actually die here, but he’d still feel the pain that’s sure to come his way. There was nothing she could do. She stood there, frozen, watching, waiting for the inevitable. She stood there a few feet away, squeezing her eyes shut in fear, waiting for the likely blood-curdling scream.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Lydia just stood there, still laughably dazed by the general’s presence, awaiting his information, and not even registering Freddie’s presence or his request.