She's walking around Orlea, shopping, picking up odds and ends for sewing. She needs to hit up the blood bank, but that's last on her list considering her cargo will need immediate refrigeration. She's got a wicker basket over one arm, which she finds rather quaint, and she's window-shopping when she catches the reflection of someone awfully pale passing by behind her. Porrim turns quickly.

"Are you a rainbow drinker?" It's a forward question to be asking a total stranger, but then again she's never been shy.