Sam looked Ayl's outfit over. She certainly felt under-dressed, although she didn't say anything. She walked up to him, arms crossed. The redhead walked a couple of circles around him, checking out his clothing in full, before going back to stand in front of him. "I like it. It works for you, but I thought you said red wasn't your color." She pointed to the red on his shirt, with a smirk, then giggled. "Doesn't matter bro. Let's get outta here," she said, tugging on his sleeve. "Atma and Hatsu are probably worried about us. I still think we should prank them though. Like, fake my death or something. Shit would be funny."