Roxas.... It was really Roxas. She found herself smiling as she walked towards him, pulling the shell out of her pocket again, to offer it to him on an upturned palm.

She might have forgotten for the moment that her hood was up. But... it was Roxas. If he remembered her, he'd know her even with the hood up. And if he didn't... better the hood was up anyway. She didn't think she could stand it if he saw a blank face instead of her own.