[When the alarm ceases, the silence left in its wake is nearly deafening in its own right. Her voice almost sounds too loud in the sudden quietude of the shop, though Sephiroth certainly prefers it to the constant noise.

He moves again to where she stands, noting the rune etched into the wall behind the shelf. Its glow fades, but he can still make out the complicated line work before it goes completely dull — certainly not anything he recognizes, but her touch had silenced it all the same, no doubt reacting to the magic now inherent in her body.]

...Good.

[Good job, or “good” that it’s finally silenced? Hard to say, because he doesn’t offer more than that.]

The owner of this place will probably come by to investigate what’s happened. It’d be best to leave them some kind of explanation before we leave.

[Because, you know, that’s what a decent person would do.]