Reece focused on his scrubbing again, half shrugging one shoulder. "Maybe. Might have to. Not sure if we have the right paint, but I might be able to find it if this doesn't work. I'm no artist though, so I'm not painting a damn thing more than a straight line to cover it." He wasn't usually this standoffish, but he was still feeling weird over everything, stomach still churning from when he'd thrown up moments before.