[He offers a small, sympathetic smile at the frustration; he definitely feels that, not just about the general situation, but that one in specific. The 'discussions' had been a mess, and he's still vaguely annoyed about how everything happened and where they are now--which is nowhere--in terms of getting somewhere with Henries.

Lance notes that brief motion, and expects a question about the implants or the surgery itself next, but instead Sephiroth asks about the Displaced and it's a little bit of a surprise. The questions are good ones, but not ones he usually hears asked early on.]

I arrived here a few months ago, I think um... Almost five months? There have been people here over a year, though; the first arrived in June of last year.

[And it's late September now, so maybe fifteen months or so.]

As for forming a group... Kind of. In a sense, we're one by default; none of us are from this world, we have powers, that sort of thing. Because of the shared experiences and situations we tend to be more associated with each other than with native citizens, though that of course varies by individual Displaced. We're definitely seen as a group by most other people, though, for better or worse.

[And wow is that a complicated situation, especially recently with what happened in the Aerie.]