"They wont s-s-" Hang on, her teeth are at it again, and this is honestly almost painful. "Serve me. I'm with the c-" There it goes again, and she vigorously rubs her arms in an in vain effort to make some sort of heat. "Cetas. And blue. T-They don't like that."

Finally, Lapis decides to ask, because she really can't help it, and she might as well make conversation. "What kind of Q-Q-" Hang on a moment, she'll get it out. "Quartz are you?"