Keep an eye open for me. Or... However you pick up on people. I still haven't figured that out yet.

_{[Kimblee moves to clap his hands together in the doorway, but stops just before his palms meet. He never did have the best ideas, but... Hm. On a second thought, he extends his hand and beckons Vanitas closer.]}

I owe you something. While I'm more than willing to repeat this on the island, this may be the only chance we get here.