It was a bit of whirlwind to have someone suddenly coming in and wrapping their arms around her. Violet was quiet then, just clinging to the contact, not knowing what exactly to say. Part of her was nonplussed by the fact that someone else gave a shit that she was still alive.
"Yeah," she slowly answered the torrent of words being spilled in her direction. Violet hadn't seen Victor in months. Hadn't spoken word one to him since they fought at Cinco De Mayo, which she still owed him candy for. She was having a hard time listening and thinking, yet she was paying attention, trying to make sense of it all. Victor said something about Mason being in Red also. So Mason was alive as well.
Had she been hurt? Had she heard the rumors? She blinked and pulled away a little, trying all the more to make sense of what the world Victro was talking about. "Vic, slow down. I'm kinda fuzzy headed, honey." Not entirely abnormal, but she was just having a hard time dealing with all the rush of things lately.