"Happy Pride." She returns easily. It has not lost any enthusiasm over the many times she's said it this evening. She doesn't really know anything about Lenz, either, and she takes her time looking at him appraisingly for a moment, mostly to gauge comfort level at following a stranger into a closet. At a glance, she'd guess he at least thinks he knows what cool is, and gets it right at least sometimes. Which means, she thinks, that he knows what he's getting into. So that's enough to tug him in the direction of the door. "You're like, having fun and everything?"