Blinks. Does not recognize anyone.

Stares at her TL, seeing if she can remember anyone.

Stares at the lady speaking. "Cricket? What odd words you use. I am clearly not an insect." This lady needs help.

She tilted her head. "You are so odd."

She is going to need a therapist of her own.

"Since they involve insects." She chuckled. "I must think of one for you now."

"Well, I have been calling you number lady. But, your hair seems to change so regularly. Chameleon?" She shook her head. "No, that is far to silly. Your coat..reminds me of a dog. I can't remember the breed. Perhaps..doggy. or puppy."

A small smile crept upon her features as she nodded. "Yes. It is cute. And properly fits."

She slowly nodded. A curious brow was raised. "Sure, of course."

The woman rapidly nodded. "That makes a lot of sense! You enjoy changing it up."

"And today, you have decided to go natural. Got it." The red head nodded once more. "Where is my bed? I am ready to lay on something softer than a cot."

Nose wrinkled in confusion. "Wel..could you show me where I stay?" How, odd. She figured they were roommates or something.

Has laid upon 𝓒𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪's couch. Staring at a certain dalmatian. Has no clue the pupper is. But, likes him very much.