[Lars blinks, seeming taken off guard.]

How do you know that? I mean—I know 'em, yeah... [Lars: forever unable to admit the intimacy of his friendships.] But I don't recognize you. I usually see the purple one, the red one, and the white one. Amethyst—?—told me there's a green one runnin' around, but she don't know me.

I'm pretty sure.