Hey, hey now! He never said it was illegal. It's just... very probably illegal. Seifer never bothered to get official licensing or anything of that nature, didn't want the Head poking around in his business while he turned scrap into slightly more useful scrap.

...It's definitely not legal per se. Don't judge him.

"...Right," That's not encouraging. In fact, you know what? He's going to do just that. Pull out his phone to dial up the man, continuing to watch Vincent warily while he waits. Unfortunately, it being Cloud meant he didn't answer right away so Seifer was left leaving his ringing phone sitting on the workbench beside him, frowning at it in annoyance. Damn it, Cloud.

His gaze turns back to scrutinizing Vincent. "Well, until he gets back to me I'm gonna put you in the maybe category. You find this place on your own?" It's worrying, they've already had robots show up to try to wreck the place the last thing he wants is a raid by the Iterations. He might need to think about moving this underground.