She wasn't a zombie, but she didn't seem quite as animated as the others, did she? Xikkuyo looked a little doll-like herself, in fact, like she'd been dressed up and posed and played with, moving under someone else's hands and will.

It probably wasn't an image helped at all by the way Saïx dwarfed her, or the way he guided her forward with a heavy hand on her shoulder. She cut a prim monochrome figure with her pale complexion, broken only by the darkness of her hair and eyes and coat--there wasn't a spot of color left to her at all. Her hands were folded demurely in front of her, gaze lowered to the floor, steps delicately measured in her high-heeled boots.

She was a little shell-shocked still, obviously--who wasn't, this soon after losing their heart?--, but she seemed to be coping by falling back into the propriety and obedience she'd cultivated throughout her childhood. A pretty little songbird fluttering in her cage, ready to perform..... Saïx stopped, and Xikkuyo followed suit a moment later, offering a hesitant but formal bow to who she could only presume was her new teacher. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is..... Xikkuyo. Please treat me well....."