[It does seem to be an unspoken rule in this mess of paint flying about that when people stop moving and appear to be having a conversation, most others avoid deliberately trying to interrupt them. At least there's that.

Poison looks up at him when he approaches her, her violet eyes fixed on his face. He's hard to read, but she doesn't get an immediate bad feeling off him.]

Crazy thoughts... heh, yeah. [It does feel like that sometimes.] You, uhm... you know how it feels, I guess? To be scared of something that it feels stupid to be scared of?