Angelica looked after him as he left to go and get a towel. Somehow she knew he recognized her, she just needed him to verify it, she needed... craved to hear him call her that name. That dream had been a solace for her, as odd as it was. Everyone had thought her nuts for hanging unto a video game character. She bit her lip and looked up at Sora, smiling weakly. The boy was sweet, moving hair from her face. She looked down at her clothes and frowned.<br/><br/>"It's odd... this place. Not quite like my own, yet so." She murmured as she cleared her throat and nodded. "Some water would be nice, thank you." She stated gently as she tilted her head down. Her eyes closing as she waited for RIku to return. For Riku to return with the towel, and her mind. It seemed to wander, she wondered if she focused... could she not imagine the things from the dream. Of approaching him across those sands, of meeting someone that said her path would be hard.