[The difference between Gil and Nevy is that Gil, despite whatever reservations he might hold, is actually pretty excited to get out there and explore the city. Who are these people? How can he fix this? It's a bit out of his training, sure- he's not quite sure how you cure grayness- but of course he'll…figure it all out, somehow.

Nevy, in contrast, doesn't want to. Whether she just doesn't know how, or doesn't have any interest in it, Gil, in his well-meaning obliviousness, isn't going to let his best friend mope in her room forever.]

Come on, Nevy, it won't be so bad-

[He's only vividly more blue, in comparison to the drab surroundings, than he even should be. But not as obnoxiously colorful as the person he's trying to tug in front of the video.]

You can talk to somebody who isn't me for once. I bet they'll be a much better conversationalist. Just come say hi!

Gil! [She squeals nervously, squirming away from the view of the camera once she sees herself on the screen. She pouts insistently.] I don't want to; what would I even say?

[But Gil, with his goal accomplished, just beams at her and shrugs, wide-eyed and befuddled at her demand.]

Say anything that's on your mind?

I-- I-- [Slowly, she turns her head toward the screen, face flushed bright red. Her fists curl against her chest for a tense second before she dislodges one and waves at the camera faintly.]

Hello. I'm Nevy. I'm, um. [She throws Gil a helpless look, then swallows and stares at her knees.] My best friend Gil and I arrived here a while ago and he thinks I should try talking to new people. I'm in the um, Baldr house? And I think the gardens here are really pretty. We haven't been here very long.

[Again she looks to Gil, hoping that what she said was enough to satisfy him.]

See, that was easy! [And, beaming with pride, he flips the feed off.]