"My name is Effie," she called, not looking at him as she sketched another line onto her drawing of a unicorn, before standing. She had given up on wearing her coveralls properly, mostly because she kept tripping over the legs, and with permission, she had the top part wrapped around her waist, holding up the legs.
She finally turned, trailing her eyes over him. "You look horrible in orange, Erik. Bad, just...bad. Remind me to buy more of it for you for Christmas."