"Yeah. It's..." She wants to say her favorite color, but she doesn't know if that's true anymore. It matches her hair and it speaks to her in a way, but it also reminds her of a blackened beach and red sea and the scent of blood. She still slips the bracelet around one wrist, absent-mindedly toying with it as they drift back into the crowd. Elliot's kind of weird to be around. She's never quite sure what to say to him, but she also doesn't feel like she ought to just push him away. He's... earnest. In a genuine way.

"Dull," she finishes, as if answering to his second statement instead of the first. She frowns under her veil.

"I feel like it's been too long, but - we only just got here, right? this better not go wrong again..."