[is he even capable of being angry at her? Either way the question earns a laugh, one much more genuine than the rest he's given. It gets him to finally give into an urge he's been ignoring as he reaches for one of her hands]

I'm not mad at you. [he's sure to make that certain] I could never be mad at you. It's more - trying to be annoyed at myself and this whole situation, but I can't even manage that.

[he takes a deep breath and the smile remains, only a little forced]

I can guess the answer to the one thing we keep dancing around. [he faintly shakes his head] Who are you traveling with? Last I remember, only Shinra and the Turks knew about Sephiroth.