Seifer scoffs at the idea of running. If this flight hadn't been enough, then there wasn't really a chance to get away, now was there? He sighs and moves to dig through the bag, pulling out sturdy pants, a long sleeve shirt that will probably be tighter on him now with the difference in his muscle distribution (especially with the weight loss), and some undergarments. Now that is the biggest blessing of them all.

When the water is brought in and poured into the stoppered basin, Seifer hauls his shirt off without hesitation. Maybe he should hesitate. No way to know how Squall will handle it.

The it in this case specifically being the heavy scarring on his back. Scars that definitely hadn't been there before the SeeD exam. Burns and cuts mar what was once flawless skin, and Seifer doesn't seem to be all that bothered by them, or all that hindered by their presence. His focus instead is on wetting a cloth in the water and wiping his skin off with it.