Eliza looked down at the sheet of paper for a minute before nodding, agreeing that they both should draw. For a second she reached into the pocket of her pink jacket for the three special crayons she kept in her pocket. But the she stopped herself. Instead she took from the box that she as Finn were going to share. Taking a blue crayon out she began to scribble seemingly aimlessly on on the paper.<br/><br/>The little girl didn't respond to Finn's comment about his lack of artistic skills. It wasn't because she didn't hear him, sitting right next to him how could she not? Eliza simply chose not to. Her silence made the space between them awkward but given how Finn easily asked another question it seemed to not affect him.<br/><br/>The question made the little girl light up, just a little bit, but that didn't last for very long. "Mermaids." She repeated, "no I don't like them.." Eliza said as slowly her crayon stopped moving. "But my mommy does..so I draw them allot.....my mommy...really..liked mermaids..." As she spoke slow her voice got softer and softer until it was reduced to nothing. Her grip on the blue crayon tightened as her small hand began to tremble just a bit. Eliza's breathing became a bit more noticeable and choppy, as if she was holding back tears. Then, seconds later, her breathing stabilized and the shaking stopped.She went back to silently scribbling with blue on her paper.