Topher just gives Echo an over dramatic shoulder shrug and a completely bewildered look. "They were moving along okay until the paint debacle." He sighs at her quiet comment, mostly because he agrees. He just doesn't want to think about that. He is interested, however, in getting to whatever destination there is. Maybe they could find the others.

"Sure, we'll get you a nice set of acrylics, maybe you can paint some angels on the skin ceiling." He can't help it; snarking makes Topher feel better. He waves them ahead, along the pathway and toward the staircase. It may have been a relief to have Echo in full presence, but it didn't make sense. The others reverting would make sense if it had applied to all of the actives. The selective wiping however threw a monkey, or really more like an ape wrench into his short-lived theory.