"Umm..." Steven starts, sounding uncomfortable. "Well... It's not exactly a perfect science..." He flicks at the vine growing out of his chest.

"Usually I just think about someone and end up going to them, somehow. But it doesn't always go the way I expect it to. The Rose helped me find you, so we could see if it will help us find the Red Beast, too?"

Steven usually just kind of wings these things, truthfully.