[Tris walks up, probably looking like something John wouldn't expect to see. Medieval dress, hair all up in braids and sparking just a little for effect, and her fingers wrapped around the ribbon keeping her medallion on, not that it's visible. She hopes he asks, though, because technically she's bound to not show it off...]

No. That would be me. I'm a weather-witch.

[She's totally not trolling him, what.]