Naminé cringed behind Repliku, watching Luffy's fists with renewed anxiety. Unfortunately, she had a very strong suspicion of what was really going on here, and it wasn't good. It was the understatement of the century to say the Organization wasn't too well-liked around here, and if he could tell that easily that the replica was with them... add to that that he'd seemed antsy for a fight before, and the result could only spell trouble.

She hugged her journal a little closer. "Maybe we should go, Riku," she tried softly. Well - no, he wasn't really Riku, she knew that, but she wasn't sure what else to call him. "Replica" didn't even feel like a name.