Thankfully, this patrol's almost done, so in about twenty minutes, he'll come soaring up the way and land gently, walking to Naminé's side.

"Hi. Are you cold? We can head inside somewhere if you want." Seriously, he doesn't think he can actually look at the memory now, especially now that he's aware that they can and will knock him out, so he's content to spend the rest of the day chatting with Naminé about whatever she saw. Even if... she doesn't seem to be in the best spirits at the moment? Or is that his imagination?