Naminé would like to think she was no longer the type to get taken advantage of, not after Marluxia and the rest of the Organization in Castle Oblivion, but... A2 was probably exactly right. After all, there was DiZ just recently, though that had been a necessary evil.

"Perhaps I should go ask nonetheless." She glances down at the communicator around her wrist, missing the moment where A2 sized her up. "It wouldn't hurt, I suppose."

Oh! Where are her manners.

"...Ah, I'm Naminé, by the way. Thank you for answering my questions."