Alex. Sweetheart. She was touching all your things to rearrange them. But there were some sparkly items that keep her gaze.

"I ain't afraid of color." She grins, with her broken Bronx accent.

"I am an aerial dancer. So most of the time, I need new outfits to dance with. Something that attracts the audience, but doesn't get in the way of my movements. It is very important I have mobility."

She arches her eyebrow at the glittery pinks and purples. "You picked the right feather to tickle me with, honey."

"What about colors that have not been imagined yet?"