"Awesome, let's go." Zephyr shoves his hands into his sodden pockets and saunters, matching his pace to Rutile's. There's approximately one sidelong glance to size them up again, and then he keeps going as normal.

When Rutile speaks again Zephyr tilts his head, makes a thoughtful noise. "Huh, Ilda? Yeah, I know her." He's pretty sure he remembers the occasion, too. "Don't know why she was so excited, though. That was one of the nights everyone had all those shitty dreams-- she said she wanted a picture to remember the occasion." His mouth twists wryly to indicate how unlikely he thinks this is.