Terezi pauses in one of her other drawings when she notices someone standing in front of the other one. She tosses her chalk into the pile she has next to her and dusts her hands off on her pants, creating a new set of dusty print to accompany the old ones and the paint splatters.

"Do you like it?" she asks, coming up to stand next to the strange man and just slightly behind him. "You've been standing here a while, so I'm going to assume that you do."