"No wonder you idiots were so easy to manipulate," Vanitas snarls, pulling both hands into fists, an unusual outward display of his frustration. He still hasn't stopped tracking Riku, the way he paces the room, behind the bar. His eyes don't move from his face, despite all the movement, not even glancing at the beverage he's popped open.

"You just move from one mission to the next, never asking questions until they're right in front of you, so easily distracted," Maybe it's too obvious, and maybe his Master would be irritated with him for laying it out so plainly— but Xehanort wasn't here, and none of those facts are working in Vanitas' favor now. That woman was the only person with any answers, and none of them bothered to try and get any when they had the chance.