As soon as the meeting was finished, Selphie had beelined out of the room toward the area where she could reclaim her belongings. She was feeling desperate for a little bit of home, something familiar and before anything else, she was taking an inventory of her belongings. There was something about the feel of her nunchaku in her hands and the familiar flow of Carbuncle's protection into her very being that made her feel more comfortable. Her shoulders became less rigid and a small, genuine smile crept at the corners of her mouth.

After pulling on her customary yellow jumper, she can be seen looking perplexed then thoughtful about where she should go to get by in this place. She opted for this communication device which is tucked into one of the pouches on her belt. The corners of a permit for her weapon are tucked into a crumpled ball behind it. Her right is tapping against the floor in boredom.

She should really just pick one but she's so uncertain about which route to go. It should be obvious given her background, but something inside of Selphie is just itching to try something else.