For the most part, the lavender-haired Nobody ignored the idle chit-chat of Luxord and Marluxia. Basing an assumption on past experiences, the two wouldn't be talking about anything all that important or interesting anyhow. It was amazing, and a little sad, that a bunch of dumbfounded strangers were more entertaining than his co-workers. Maybe it was just the simple fact that he was seeing new faces, and-- oh!

Another notable one. Zexion narrowed his eyes in scrutiny, watching the newest citizen of Paixao. There was something distinctly captivating about it, and even though he had failed to catch the name, it didn't stop him from whipping out his journal and scribbling down a reminder to look into it later.

Once that task was finished, the device was snapped shut with a sharp click and hidden inside his jacket once more. Mildly satisfied now, he loosely wrapped his arms around his torso, stealing glimpses of the other two out of the corner of his eye while half-listening. Tsk. Sounded like there was going to be an argument soon, too. Nothing new there, but it did get rather tiresome, listening to constant squabbling. Why not take a shot at trying to stamp it out before it got out of control.

"What brings you to this side of Paixao, Marluxia?"

Luxord could sit out of the conversation for now. His mouth was nothing but trouble.