[ Yeah, well. You can never be too sure when you wear a bajillion different faces. By that, more like three. Regardless. It doesn't change how something like that worried her. Although moment by moment that passed, the fear seems to subside. She's still uneasy and it shows. She even jolts just a little when he lets go to reach for his side, but it's only to produce that handkerchief. She looks down as she takes it in her hand, not quite sure at first what it could be for until she feels something roll distinctly down her nose. She catches that tear before following through and wiping away the rest. When had she started... doing that?
It's a passing thought though. Because her focus comes around in full attention when he speaks again. The joke? It's unexpected. And it sounds a little like what Roxas would say, really. She can't help but hold a smile if only a ghost of one. But it's one soon forgotten. So... Mickey had sent them on a mission. The one in charge of all of this. Well... It would make sense. Still, further confirmation wouldn't hurt. But is she really brave enough to see him now? No... probably not. Instead, she takes a few steps to the side. ]
So... What should I do now? [ Perhaps a question more directed towards herself, but she says it aloud anyway. ]
That is a lot of beautiful destruction.
It's a passing thought though. Because her focus comes around in full attention when he speaks again. The joke? It's unexpected. And it sounds a little like what Roxas would say, really. She can't help but hold a smile if only a ghost of one. But it's one soon forgotten. So... Mickey had sent them on a mission. The one in charge of all of this. Well... It would make sense. Still, further confirmation wouldn't hurt. But is she really brave enough to see him now? No... probably not. Instead, she takes a few steps to the side. ]
So... What should I do now? [ Perhaps a question more directed towards herself, but she says it aloud anyway. ]