Not for the first time, Sephiroth's forced to consider that there are others with an even narrower instruction focus than he'd had growing up. Serph should be aware of what he's implying, hadn't there been plenty around the convoy?

Or something else is afoot, and he can't quite put a finger on it. "Vegetation," he concludes after a drawn out pause to consider how to explain something that should be obvious. "Any form of growing thing. Even if this is a desert, there should be something other than buildings, vehicles, and statues, however sparse."

But there's only more of the same. Dust, dust, and ruins for good measure.

He ignores the part of his thoughts nagging at him to return to where that warm red smell lingers on the air and do something about the itch of hunger reminding him he'd skipped three meals already. The longsword disappears in a swirl of violet energy, leaving hands free to work on testing nearby doors one by one. "Have you seen anything at all alive besides ourselves and the monsters?"