Ren felt thankful for the chance to escape, but Tristian's words haunted him as he walked back to the dressing room at a slightly quicker pace than before. Once he was alone again, he dropped his head against the mirror there, ignoring the image that looked back at him. Why must Tristian always pry, even when he wasn't trying. It all felt like prying to him and Ren didn't react well, or at least that's how he perceived it. After a minute, he changed his clothes, smoothed a hand through his hair, then headed back out again. "...What did you want to show me?"