Axel was so transparent. Namine tried her best not to laugh as he indirectly asked to have her bottles, but a smile still snuck its way onto her face. "I suppose not. You can have them, then. I brought my own bottles, anyway... She mentally smacked herself for that one. Now he knew that she had full-sized bottles, and she was certain they wouldn't last the whole trip if he got his hands on them. They were pretty floral scents though, so maybe he wouldn't want them? She turned to go get the travel bottles from the shower, leaving the door open for Axel to let himself in if he wanted to.
Namine was fairly shy about showing anyone her personal belongings - especially the drawing journal she kept in the bottom of her bag - but most of it was still packed away so she didn't mind. And, seeing as they were on vacation, she was tired of trying to run away from them. The Thirteen always barged into her room back home anyhow, so what would be different here? They were sure to invade her personal space at some point or another, and frankly she was too relaxed here to care. This was a vacation, and as stressed out or quiet as she normally was she wanted to take this chance to branch out and do things for herself. Some might see it as a change, but she just saw it as a break. I won't let them bully me, on this trip...
Grabbing the bottles, she returned to Axel and held them out to him. "Here. Try not to use them all at once." Another joke. It felt weird, being this casual with the fiery red head. He was normally so intimidating, but she had a feeling he would be in a good mood on this trip.
Zexion groaned internally as he heard a sweet voice beside him. So Xion had spotted him. Great. She was always the go-getter, the explorer... Even if they barely talked, she would find a way to have a conversation with him. This entire trip was a drag, and he hoped they wouldn't all bother him during the week. Being stuck on a ship together was not a great idea, and he wished he had the authority to speak up to Xemnas about it. Her mention about the bookstore did surprise him, though - as new as she was, she seemed to know what he was interested in. His response was a brief nod, noting that he had seen the store but not going into detail about it. After all, what was the point in a conversation like that? He would say that they weren't his interest, she would look dejected, and they would go their separate ways. The end. Not a very interesting story.
However, in the silence following his nod he saw a sort of expectant look on her face, as if he needed to give more of an answer. She obviously wanted to have some kind of conversation, and though he was socially challenged he did not want to be rude. So he awkwardly rubbed the back of his hair and gave a quiet response. "Yes... It was ok." Swing and a miss. But at least he talked, right? Would she really expect more of him?