A familiar color indeed, though Maine's only reference is Carolina's armor. He never asked her what the name of its color was. Never had any interest. As he hears Wash start spouting off suggestions, however, he kind of wishes that he had.

Maine snorts in amusement and looks up at Wash, an eyebrow quirked above his smile. Seafoam? He hums — "fancy" — happy to tease his friend about it.

He wonders if Carolina would've given him a fancy name, too. Or maybe she'd have told him to get his eyes checked. If she was in a good mood, the potential entertainment might've been worth it.