Saix... means to get ready quicker. He doesn't want to waste too much time when he could be figuring out what's going on, and just who's trapped in his body. (Although he has an alarmingly good idea of who it is.) It's just... Even after he finds himself staring blankly into the mirror, seeing Axel's face and not his, there's still something that makes him linger. It's the familiarity of the room that just has him staring.

The twisting sensation in his chest only gets stronger. It's not exactly right from his memories- the layout of the room is all wrong, and the window looks out onto a more blue city than it should. But still. When he finally wanders out, coat on and hair done (since it had seemed weird not to), he's holding one of Lea's old frisbees in his hand. He's staring down at it with a nostalgic kind of sadness, lost in his own thoughts and weird feelings.