Had Naminé been more familiar with 'normal' people in the first place, she might have found it unsettling that a child so young could be so... calculating, and so inscrutable. But that was what she had come to expect from him-- or at least, come to expect from his Nobody, and it did not capture her attention any more than was required to make her mouth tighten into a slightly harder line.

Ienzo. So it was him. But it just didn't make any sense at all...! He was dead. Or at least, he'd seemed that way. After all, Axel had faked his death enough times to prove that it was possible, and for someone like Zexion, it would probably be all the easier. Still, why his younger self? Why be so open about it? Unless that was all part of the plan, too. Was all of this some kind of trick? It was elaborate, yes, but what could be the goal? How would this secure her cooperation, especially if he'd already tipped his hand? If that wasn't the goal, what was?

It was all just such a big mess that she couldn't makes heads or tails of it. Perhaps all that was left was to wait, and maybe to play along. Her brow had knit slightly when she heard his name, but now she worked to ease it, along with the rest of her face. She wasn't a liar, or an actress-- at least not of her own volition. She'd learned to keep a pretty good control of her face, when she was trying, and when she wasn't shocked out of it, but... she didn't have much faith that it would be good enough. Her body language remained tense, but her expression drifted into something a little more controlled but for a suspicious hardness around her eyes. "...My name is Naminé." It was an offer of bait, perhaps, or maybe a feinted move to take some bait she'd been offered herself but wasn't quite sure existed. Either way, she watched his face closely, careful to make sure it didn't look like as careful an inspection as it really was.