Karin blinked, her lips parting as the question slowly sank in. She knew she should smile, should chuckle at her sister's good-natured needling, but the truth of the matter was Karin could not precisely recall. She had not seen him again after that strange meeting, and what had happened in the course of that supposedly innocuous run had driven out all thought of attraction or lust. He had grabbed her, that much she could remember; he had called her back to shore with a rolling, thick accent whose cadence she could only just recall. But it was the light that came to mind, flooding her memory, blinding her to the face whose details now escaped her. His silhouette was a grey shadow, fading into the blinding brilliance hidden away on an island ever out of reach. Her tongue slipped out, tracing her parted lips - hungry, feral.
"He was interesting," she said. Her tone was flat, distracted, a flimsy attempt to appease her sister into considering the topic exhausted. She quirked a weak smile, her glassy gaze flicking back to Fee's. "Maybe more interesting than any of these people, anyway," she smirked, one slender hand lifting to indicate the entirety of the lobby. "But why are you so curious?" She arched a brow, her smirk softening a bit. "I don't have his number to give you, so you're shit out of luck."