Where Victor had immediately panicked, Sierra was gradually getting there. She rocks back and forth, her hands trying to comb through the squishy floor for a few more seconds before she leans into Victor's arms. Finally. Someone is concerned about the paints and her painting. She knew she could count on Victor.

She looks up to Topher hopefully. "I need paint. I wasn't finished." She clutches her hands together, wringing them nervously at her stomach. Ohhh somebody better make her feel better soon. Her emotions toying with the snowball effect can't be a good thing.