She's visible annoyed at first, mostly because this feels like such busybodying, it feels ashen, it feels weird. But she slowly lifts herself from the floor, letting the chalk fall from her hand and roll towards Terezi, then steps across the line. The mess of colors that awaits her is more confusing than anything else and she's not sure if Terezi wants them to continue what was started or paint something new.

She doesn't want to ask either.

Whatever this is accomplishing, she's not sure it would help to get directions about it. She glances at him, her gaze mostly hidden by waves of hair, and ponders him. Terezi's not crazy for being his friend, she thinks, but she's slightly crazy for being both of theirs.

"I think it's the contrast that makes you a little crazy."