The worst thing about always being on the move...
Neos, realizing he was heard, didn't even bother flinching at what he heard. Instead, he waited until she was done speaking before saying himself, "Unfortunately, this particular figure is...I'm not sure how to explain Gemini, honestly."He then leaned back, arms crossed over his chest as he looked up towards the ceiling. "Not without making myself sound like a monster in the process," he muttered more to himself. Even more so, really, but she doesn't need to know that, he mentally noted after momentarily recalling that he wasn't even really human before coming here.
He then straightened up, then smirked upon seeing the paint thinner. "Now, some things will have obvious colorations, like the sky and ground, but I may need you to tell me the colors of some of these...um..." He then narrowed his eyes at the flowers in the image to study them before looking up towards Ray. "You said they were chamomile, right? Are they also white here?"
...is that no one believes the tales that emerge later on.
NEOS
