Some vacation. He'd never fuss with a starshard again, if it was just going to plunk him in another damned garden; Even sighs irritably as he looks around, spotting a mane of red to rival his own and dismisses his armor, feeling oddly plainly dressed in comparison. At least he was wearing neutral colors instead of stomach-medicine pink, he supposed.

He might end up needing some of that, between the color and the awful stink of the roses the stranger was handling.

Hoping he doesn't startle the redhead too terribly, Even clears his throat.