Naminé appeared faintly alarmed at the mere idea, but amused enough just the same. "You can count on me for that...! I'll find some way to bring you back home - maybe with a dance." Or at least a musical number until the poor guy fell asleep on his feet, anyhow.

As for the matter of a roommate, Naminé curled a hand to her face, growing thoughtful. "You're right, but..." That was, people came and went all the time, so of course it was part of the whole experience. Shaking her head, she nudged that thought aside in favor of, "... Well, I suppose there's nothing we can do about it. But if you do decide to look for a roommate, what kind of-- um, qualifications would they have to have? I know people can be picky about that kind of thing."