[... The impact of his sudden halt seems to be enough that his hood falls. And that's when she finally sees the flash of white hair-- long, and very much unlike Demyx. It makes her aware of her own hood, which is likely threatening to do the same, so she quickly tugs it back up to rest on her head.]
You're not--
[It's a stranger. Someone she's never seen before at all, let alone as a part of the organization; though he does seem familiar. Nevertheless, she still looks quite serious as she examines him, definitely on her guard.
He's...got a blindfold?]
...Who are you?
[Summoning her keyblade back into her hands, then. Which make her words a warning more than a question, really, since she intends to get her answer. Just because she's not looking for a fight, doesn't mean she won't-- because this? This is highly suspicious.
And she finds herself wondering whether it's a part of the mission as well...]
no subject
You're not--
[It's a stranger. Someone she's never seen before at all, let alone as a part of the organization; though he does seem familiar. Nevertheless, she still looks quite serious as she examines him, definitely on her guard.
He's...got a blindfold?]
...Who are you?
[Summoning her keyblade back into her hands, then. Which make her words a warning more than a question, really, since she intends to get her answer. Just because she's not looking for a fight, doesn't mean she won't-- because this? This is highly suspicious.
And she finds herself wondering whether it's a part of the mission as well...]