She frowns slightly, with interest, at the odd name. It strikes her as odd, at least. It has the inflection of something foreign but clearly is based off of something English. It's passing interesting to her how language develops, how names develop. Skaikru makes her think of the Obsidians, how Golds are like Gods, how they come from the sky and they have to rise up, climb up to reach them. Did the Grounders think of the Sky People in that way, gods? Or just Others. It's something to ask him later.

She nods slightly. "Crazy sounds like a good word for it," she says. From what she knows, from the relative chaos of their world -- compared to the ordered Society -- she can easily imagine relationships being jostled and ruined by shifting loyalties and changes in leadership. And death.

"Not that things are crazy here. Just a different brand. Having a common enemy in Hatchimals breeds a strange kind of camaraderie."