Mentally, Seifer sighed. Yeah, that didn't sound like recognition. Okay, he thought, she doesn't speak English. He supposed it was possible she spoke some other Earth language, but the clothing and overall appearance of being awed by everything and a little bit lost pointed toward a different conclusion. Someone kept in isolation somewhere that a sack could pass for clothing probably didn't know the first thing about cities, and probably not even language. That would make things more difficult. So much of what this girl needed to know, if she was a new arrival, couldn't be conveyed any other way, at least not one Seifer knew of. Not to mention that if his suspicions were correct, she might not even understand what he told her anyway.
It was more than enough to start jamming on the mental "white knight complex" button in his head. His paranoia ratcheted up a few notches, wanting to make sure there were no demons lurking around to prey on the newcomer. Something hard and flinty entered his eyes as he glanced around, but he made sure to dial it back when he turned back to the girl. Right now she seemed okay, but if this was all new to her, it was entirely possible that the littlest thing could spook her. So when he turned back to look at her he stowed as much of the soldier paranoia away as he could.
That didn't mean it wasn't there. There was also a part of him, a deeply tactical part, that knew that this was probably the ideal routine for the demons to use to ambush someone like him. It wasn't like his psychological profile was all that hard to figure out. A single playthrough of that game, or even a reading of one of the myriad of fan-created scripts for it, would be enough for anyone with half a brain cell to know how to get him to drop his guard. Once upon a time that would have been Seifer's blind spot, but since that was the same way Ultimecia had gotten to him, he'd set about becoming more aware of his own failings so as to mitigate them. In this case, that meant that even though pretty much every part of him was screaming at him to help this girl, protect her, he had a test to run first. Luckily, if she really was as vulnerable as she seemed, it wouldn't be hard.
He dipped his hand into the pocket of his coat and retrieved his flask of holy water. He carried it with him everywhere and stopped by a church in the area regularly for refills. He also had paid the priest there fifty dollars and a day of handyman work around the church to get him to bless a few jugs of water that were now sitting in his apartment. He was slowly working the priest up to blessing a whole keg of water, but that would have to wait until the priest started shrugging Seifer's oddities off as mere quirks. He unscrewed the top of the flask and took a quick sip, then held it out toward the girl and gave her a smile and a little encouraging nod. Hopefully that would convey that he wanted her to take a sip. If she didn't, he'd try the Christo and go from there, but he was hoping he could just get her to drink the holy water.