Riley jumps back as the cup hits the table. Thank God she had reinforced their cups and plates a long time ago to prevent trips to the store to replace their stock every time Val got angry. "Val!" she screeches, getting up and grabbing a paper towel to clean the table and charms. "Deep breaths," she adds. "We can feel them out and send some kind of light charm. Alex is a siren, remember? We can find her."