Poison comes by here fairly often by herself, as well as occasionally seeing fit to bother the gardener in his own personal garden (always, always staying away from those vines). She hasn't moved to push her luck like she did the first time, mostly keeping her hands to herself and expressing an abundant curiosity in everything he's growing.

In the Box, they'd had the Wall. Here, it's a garden. She thinks she likes that better, though as of yet she doesn't really know any of the names that she can see here.

When she spots Carlisle, she recognises him immediately, but it doesn't take a moment longer for her to realise that he looks... a good deal less well than when she last saw him. She had thought that a good deal of how he looks wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but with how he looks now, she quickly re-evaluates that assumption.

"Hi, Carlisle." She clasps her hands neatly behind her back, her attention sliding to the name he's contemplating. "... It's really nice here."

Not a cheery fellow, to be sure... but she isn't always very cheery, herself.