Red looks at the girl who talks to him, absolutely no expression on his face. She looks... vaguely familiar. But, scanning over her features, Red comes to the conclusion this isn't anyone he knows.

"Mm," he replies vaguely, nodding. The weather is a bit much, and it is inconvenient when notes fly away. It's all true.

But now that a person talked to him, maybe he should ask her about what he's been thinking about. He scrolls on his phone for a moment, then holds it out to show Alice a photo of a young man with a very distinct style of spiky, light brown hair. It's clearly a Gary/Green/Blue/whatever his name may be in other worlds.

"Seen him?" Red asks.