Someone grabbing her by the arm was enough to jolt Misha from the light sleep she'd managed to attain, and she looked up at Xemnas with amethyst eyes still damp with tears.

"W-who are you?" she asked, a bit frightened -- she hadn't felt anyone enter the room, and this man was quite intimidating. "What do you want'su?"

It never occured to her to call out; her life was such that she implicitly trusted people, even strangers, until they proved otherwise. Even with everything that had happened in Paixao, her angel nature still prevailed.