"That... I was going back to Sora when I wound up here," she whispered. "And...And you were supposed to, after me. But that if I went when I did,... that you'd have more time. That you would be able to stay with Axel longer." She looked down at her gloved hands, lacing her fingers together on the table top. "But... how can Sora be in the future? If we haven't gone into him...How can he... be?"

And...why wouldn't Roxas ask? She was sure Axel had, but she'd have to wait until Axel returned to ask him. But she doubted he'd trust her enough to tell her since... since she's just some stranger in the jacket now. Among a group where everyone knows everyone else's views of them. A stranger was deadly, unknown, uncertain. It was why Riku had been such a threat. And why so many of them hated her, she was sure. Roxas... Roxas was Roxas. But Axel? He'd be suspicious. If he didn't remember her, no way he'd trust her. Not enough to tell her the truth.