Carra shrugs, turning back into her blonde self. "Meh. Worth a shot." She smirks faintly when she sees Lynn take the necklace. 

Zenith waves back at the blond boy, but she balks a little at a grape-loving boy's intense stare. She lingers at the threshold, reaching for her necklace. When she finds it's gone, her mild demeanor fades in favor of a more dangerously calm look as a storm brews outside. "Who stole my necklace?"

Carra chuckles. "I promise you a lovely funeral," she tells Lynn.