It takes Cecil a second to register what Carlos is talking about. The--? He puts a hand to his neck, the same place to which Carlos is gesturing. ...oh. Right. The scales are new-- he'd had them done toward the end of the previous Arena, about when the dinosaurs showed up, to replace the mint-green skin dye job he'd had before. He wonders, worriedly, if he should have kept that-- if Carlos would have liked it better. This suddenly feel extremely important.

He gives Carlos a smile that is really, really trying to be casual. "Oh. These? They're not mine. I mean, they are, but not, like, forever. Actually, I'm getting them removed next week. So."

He's just dropped in from another dimension and you're talking about your scales. "Uh. I guess it would be a little odd to introduce myself, huh?"