"Black. I'm -- it makes sense." Oh, that was an answer she shouldn't have expected, but she had asked the crass question. What you asked it what you get.
"No. Of course not -- I know the Nolins from before. I went to school with their son. I try to keep up with everyone who lived here before the Pulse and sometimes I find out about other things." She shook her head, hands tightening the shawl around her as her eyes settled on her boots. "People are still people to me."
At the least she had two very, very good excuses if her cheeks were still a vivid color. Well, three. Cold also counted. She glanced up at him, smile tiny. "You take care of people here. I know it's not much of a gift, but ... people do notice it's not all about the stuff people talk about." Again her teeth worried against her lip, "I... suppose I could drop by for something. Maybe."