"Whatever works, dude, whatever works." Insta gave the scarf she dropped onto her sister's grave a quick glance behind. "Knowing my sis, she would've been yelling for her scarf by now." She chuckled, but a raised brow and frown soon replaced her smile at the thought of Welderhoof yelling at her from the grave. "I'm Insta, by the way. Sorry for butting into your moment with your sis, here. I couldn't help to check if you were doing alright."