Demyx averted his eyes at her mention of it being a suicide mission. It was, but there was little he could do about it.

There was a pause and then he spoke. "I'm sorry I don't really know what you mean." Demyx didn't remember because they hadn't met yet, as far as he knew. "I've got to-"

He was interrupted by something he wasn't expecting.

Running down the stairs was a mouse in a coat, keyblade already at the ready.