The small figure hadn't noticed him until he spoke, at which point she gave a small start and tried to hide against the wall she'd been pressed against. She was no taller than a toddler, wearing her long black coat, but her hood was pulled back, and instead of a head she had a round mirror with a crack running through it. Her neck and the little bit of skin that showed above her zipper showed her usual flesh tone, but riddled through with cracks. She held her Keyblade in one hand and an ice cream in her other hand.

The worst of it, perhaps, was that she was partially translucent.

Of course at the moment she was torn between terrified of disappearing and wishing she could be invisible. Her fear was so strong that it was almost an additional presence.