Demyx flinched when he heard someone calling from down below. He couldn't tell which of them was doing it, but... even if they thought it was fairies or something (what was with that, anyway? he couldn't quite make out what Marisa was saying from here), the rock throwing plan wasn't going to work anymore. Now if only he'd thought of a Plan B.

Well, owning up to Plan A would just make him look stupid, at this point. It was time to try the direct approach.

With his hood still raised, he vanished from the roof and reappeared in the street below, just a yard or two from Sara, and waved in an attempt to look unthreatening (although it was probably too late for that). "Hey there!" he tried amicably, but not without a hint of nervousness in his voice.