There's so many to choose from, and though it could have differed in this pretendy times, Natalia hums a moment before declaiming herself, "The Red Death." She points the paintbrush at him and returns the inquiry. "And yours? We can match, being the co-founders." That latter bit containing a slight sing-song inflection, for all that this is plain, silly fun.

Talia's lips turn downward as her tone grows somewhat somber. "That's rough. Have you found some place to call home?"