His right eye projected a screen just outside the outer rim of his pupil.  Impossible to be seen from the outside, it rolled a screen similar to the one displayed for Ryoko, his 103rd providing a thorough breakdown analysis of all phenomenon within range of immovable block.  To think the master, his old master devised an intricate device that had now become his lifeblood.  The mercenary was already walking on eggshells in Agrabah, the locals were devastated and impoverished.  The shrill screams bounced off of immovable block and reverberated all over.

Then he did something unexpected, he sat down and simply waited.  This wasn't an act of non-aggression, in fact he would leave it to him to discern just exactly what his intentions were.  He could try, empathy reads were futile at best, every calculation is what he'd administer and he would win.  He was a mercenary, his training was exceptional and constantly evolving to mete the situation based on the happenings and the way it sat, this would only get worse.

"No." he blinked, and opened his eyes the sound of a sword swipe clad against steel.  His immovable block had locked the area down, all exits were sealed in tier 1 barriers within a matter of seconds.  These were smash able with three consecutive casts, but by the time they could potentially get off one, he would attack them without hesitation.  The CI located in his left eye flickered, growing feverishly anxious to be unleashed at the sight of another application of a chrono-esque application.

"Move me from this spot and then I will be more than happy to." Before his statement had even concluded, he formed a spired that was translucent in color, that rotated around his body, giving him an effective space of about two meters circumference.  It's constant rotation in part with the mercenary's stationary position possessed a much larger problem for the opposition.  As he did while inside the factory, here too he was reinforcing the area while rooted and completely stationary, and this was being done in a concurrent manner.  However there was no visible fidelity of the action, and the longer he remained stationary the more hands on he could be with his blocks, reinforcing them against all alien acts of hostility.

Salforge wasn't blind to the woman with the resident, she was definitely unnatural.  Having witnessed this, so did his 103rd, he'd taken careful consideration devouring heartless as something exotic.  Had Ryoko the time to offer him a better explanation, the heartless were certainly drawn to her as they were repelled by his unnatural existence.  His arms hung off his knees and he waited, he was a skilled trapper and as well as a sandbag for hostiles. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a book and began to read it in the middle of all of this.