Her eyebrows furrow for a moment in reaction to the question. She assumes he's referring to her comment about his roommates, and shrugs again. Root does a lot of shrugging.

"I'm ORANGE clearance, but it clashes with my complexion. Back-- wherever I come from, I was more fond of black." Everything's always a little bit of a joke-- makes it easier to swallow how vastly wrong everything about the world is, now. Root gestures to her coveralls, to the black tank top underneath them. She then nods back at Elliott; happy for now to have the conversation he'd like to have.

"What about you?"