Didn't think they were in Haven anymore. That was... certainly an understatement as Xion studied the ruined architecture. The buildings in themselves were difficult to distinguish one from the other off to one side, but otherwise, there was a hint to something very wrong and very alien to them. This wasn't damage that had been caused just recently. The structures were worn by the weather much like the images in the historical textbooks she had scored back in school when she wasn't caught up trying to figure out what to do next about the shards or trying her best to keep a grip on herself with the situation as it was in Haven. And to top it off, there was a viable difference to their style and build. Nothing. Absolutely nothing like the station they had been intent on traveling to.

And that had Xion sticking closer to Roxas than usual. Her stance at the ready for anyone or anything, almost as if expecting someone or something to pop out at them the moment they turned a corner... which could very well happen, given the new circumstances. But all the same, despite the way she carried herself, there was a sick, churning inside her. It took her a while to even notice what from... but when it hit her, there was a visible wince. The smell of the city even... She couldn't pinpoint what about it, but something... Something really bothered her as she took in the stench of it. Rotting and foul and... Desecrate. She found herself closing in tighter to Roxas with her mouth a grave thin line. Her eyes dim.

"This... This doesn't seem like... At all... But that would mean..."

With her still wearing what she had last been wearing there. And her hair still longer than it usually was. And then the phone had been in her pocket... as well as Anne's house keys. So then... What did that mean for their hosts? If they weren't in Haven anymore, then...? The thought made its presence known in the way her face paled all the more.