"'Course, I'll remember it for sure next time!" Eustace replied as she turned her head away. He wondered if she'd want the spray back, it was almost like having an entire bath in a can! But then another thought popped into his mind. Did she have the same odor problems that he did? "Oh, d'you have to deal with the same stuff I do?" Eustace inquired. "Is that why you've got all of this cleaning stuff, miss..." It suddenly dawned upon him that he had actually forgotten to ask the older girl for her name. Instead of asking for it, he simply decided to come up with one on the spot. "Crow?" Eustace stated aloud. The black birds depicted in her tattoos reminded him of crows. Or at the very least, of ravens. Eustace nodded his head as if coming to a conclusion. "Yeah, Miss Crow'll do." He had a bad habit of giving people strange nicknames based on a particular trait of theirs. That is, if they didn't introduce themselves first, which he was guilty of doing quite often.

Eustace observed the crowd, facing the same direction as Ivy, curious to see if anything from that side had managed to catch her attention. Nothing seemed to stick out very much, besides two figures. A very lanky, paranoid looking applicant that kept to himself, and a tall, muscular man that had a very cocky look on his face. For some reason, few dared to look him in the eyes and most of the applicants seemed quite terrified of him. Eustace didn't immediately sense danger from the man, but felt a rare pang of fear as the two of them made eye-contact. Something about the man was definitely...off putting. From just looking at the man, Eustace felt a tad bit frightened, even with his usual carefree nature. By the looks of things, the man was also eyeing Ivy as well, licking his lips as if to intimidate the two of them. Eustace wasn't sure what about them made them stick out so much...Ivy's tattoos? His pickaxe? Their young age?