Glancing down to smooth her hands over her skirts, Red misses the look. Her hands are gloved in red leather that stretched past her wrist and along to her forearm. It is concealing a glowing mark of the Rift on her, but she's not learned about that just yet. More fun for Ruby, apparently. "I suppose so. Although... now I think about it, David did rescue snow from a net, once." A pause, and her eyes narrow a little as she thinks. "Actually, he also caught her in the net."

Shrugging a little, she shakes her head. "My friends are strange people," she jokes. "But it seems like a beautiful place to grow up. You know, when you're not wading through snow or getting caught in traps." For a moment, Red seems very serious, expression a little exaggerated. "There aren't normally a lot of traps, are there?"