Roxas turned, nervously, to see a girl. No more than fifteen. She had short silver hair. She wore black short shorts, a black top, black gloves, black boots with black thigh-high socks, and she was accessorized with belts along her stomach and a choker on her neck. Roxas was amazed by her beauty.

"Are you gonna answer me?" the girl demanded. Roxas snapped out of it.
"Oh, sorry," he apologized, "I'm Roxas." The girl observed him, closely. "What's yours?"

"I'm Paine," she said "You're not from around here, are you?"
"What do you mean?" asked Roxas.
"You're coat," she answered, "islanders don't wear big black coats." Roxas had been found out.
"Sorry."
"That's ok," she let out a soft giggle, "but as a part of Destiny Island Patrol, I need to know what brings you here?"

Roxas then...