In some ways, perhaps Grey is a spirit. He's always been somewhat existant in his head than in his body; it was one of the only reasons he survived as long as he did on the train.

He nods when Dawn says her name though; Dawn. He'll remember that. His eyes are drawn to the pen; he's never seen one like that, actually. It's so sparkly. He has no reason to use it yet, though, as what she says doesn't require a written response. It's cute, actually; he smiles just a bit. She has no reason to be embarrassed; he shakes his head. Nothing to be sorry for. He only knows how to dance slowly, so he doesn't move. He does like music, though, most of it. He points to her earbuds and then points to a word on his arm - What? What is she listening to?