[ Her frown makes him laugh a bit. He looks on from the corner of his eye while she picks at his backpack. It's clear already that the places they're from must be pretty damn different, and not just Curdun Cay vs. Salmon Bay different either, so he sort of expects the curiosity. But he doesn't stare, focusing instead on patching up her stencil so he can hand it back to her once she's got what she wanted.

The whistle makes him grin. ] Not that bad after all, huh?

[ There's a spare of each the black and white. Clearly that, the blue and the red see the most mileage, but he's got a few other colors besides. The yellow is mostly untouched. All the cans look much the same, colored caps and stains aside-- same brand all around. Perhaps, if she has moved back to the backpack, she has also seen the design on his vest.

The scarf he accepts with a smile, trading it back for the heart shape. ] Oh, thanks.

[ He forgets. Shouldn't, but does, and supposes she's got a point now that he's working indoors for a change, too. His fingers pick at the fabric of her scarf, curiously eyeing the faded characters on the grey. Stained as her clothes, sort of. He feels awkwardly pristine next to that, even though too many falls and scrapes have worn on his clothes a little, too, his white hoodie is still very clearly white, and the denim hasn't really changed color either. When he looks at her, it's obvious he's got questions, too. ] So uh, you've got a name, right?

[ Presumably. He nudges the pencil at her if she needs it. There's cardboard and a sketchbook and all sorts of stuff to write on, so. ] So I don't gotta keep calling you "you". I'm Delsin.