[ Right to business. Momo wrinkles his nose when Nadia prompts a whole chorus of insults from finger-to-grayscale contact, but she has a point that's worth addressing.

A low hm, and he squats down next to his new companion. ]

Yeah, you're right. These guys are colorless...

[ It's an obvious difference, but as for why this is the case? He's drawing blanks. ]

I guess it's kinda like how people get cranky when they're hungry, huh? I know that feeling— I don't blame them.