Tristan doesn't say anything as he watches her sketch, getting the sense that she's one hell of an artist as a shape starts to form on the napkin. He leans over the counter to get a better look, and pales when he recognizes what appears to be Riley laying eerily still underneath the water.

"Riley?" He can't help but gape at the image, hoping it's just a mistake. He looks back up at the other girl. "How often do your drawings come true?"