"I am a Nobody." Xion insisted, watching the woman's finger, until it pressed against her forehead and made her look cross-eyed. She then batted the hand away, brow furrowing as she shuffled backwards.

"I'm not a Somebody, but I do have a name! And thoughts, and questions." Because she had a lot of questions, like where she was, what this place was, how did she get here, where her friends were, what she was doing here, why---

"You're not supposed to eat seaweed. It's gross, it's just supposed to stay in the ocean."