"Envy?" I repeated. Oh, well. Who was I to talk? "It's nice to meet you."
I was about to say more, but I promptly forgot whatever it was when I noticed Frank Sinatra standing beside me, staring up at Envy with an expression not unlike Envy's own while regarding me.
Sinatra looked at me, pointed at Envy, and then gestured to point out the skirt. I shrugged. "It's the Nexus," I reminded him. "And before you start complaining about other people, just remember, you followed me here."
He threw up his hands in disgust and walked off. I looked back to Envy. "Sorry," I apologized. "Frank Sinatra takes a little getting used to. I think Elvis would have liked you, though."