"Think nothing of it. I am reliably informed that friends help one another, but please, this business with Nobodies - it is a cruel idea, and quite stupid besides. You are not nobody; you are musician and a funny person, a magician, an artist, a pacifist. This business with philosophical zombies is fruitless. If you perform the actions of being a person, you are a person." Eleanor flashes Demyx a winning smile. "Though how you escaped the ship to get back to work eludes me. Were you sucked through the rift as well?"

Eleanor gestures at the memory rift that she has no idea is likely not visibly to Memory Demyx.

Because she has no idea that this is Memory Demyx.