[Rey's grip is strong and confident -- the way Naminé wishes she could be. Naminé is glad for the fabric between their skin. The blue glow is uncomfortable, and she would be mortified if Rey knew what she was thinking.

I spent a lot of time away from people. [ She watches how Rey handles the ornery crowdgoer, just like the first one. Naminé understands conceptually, but the idea of physically pushing a stranger fills her with dread. What if she senses their memories? She knows her powers are supposed to be gone, but she's barely tried.]

The internet is amazing. I didn't realize you could get so many things there. How do you know if something will fit? [Naminé would feel a lot less silly trying more practical things like pants and jackets if she didn't have to try them on in front of other people.]