One couldn't simply spend their every day locked away in a tower, or they may begin to feel like some mythical princess. And like a mythical princess, sometimes the one locked away enjoyed donning a disguise and finding a drink that didn't come from a crystal carafe in a pristine setting.

No, he wanted to put on clothing that didn't scream "corporate goon" and he wouldn't notice if they got dirty and go have a drink with the common people. He even forewent slicking his hair back, allowing it to part slightly on the right and fall to the sides.

He found a booth at a bar in a seedier part of Midgar, managed to refrain from ordering the most expensive thing the bar had, and sat back to watch.