[ The comment catches him off guard — when he first looks at her, it's with the same total lack of emotion on his face he's been wearing for most of the night, though he catches himself quickly enough, the line of his mouth pulling briefly into a smile. She doesn't seem to be being sarcastic, at least, if her expression is any indication. ]

Once you've seen one fireworks show, you've kinda seem 'em all, [ he says, with a slight shrug of one shoulder. ] But— that's what they like, here. Party, party, party.

[ He affords her a little more attention, now, shifting his stance so he's cheated toward her. Pink and blue — it's complicated and single, never really cues that bode well. Still, she's cute, in a Polly Pocket kinda way, and the paint suits her better than most — decorative in a way that sits at odds with the vacation-in-Cancun vibes the paints otherwise give off. ]

I don't think I've seen you around before. [ As he offers her his hand, ] Homelander.