Rosalie barely heard most of the riddle or rhyme or whatever it was. The boy-- Nick-- was panicking next to her and nearly all of her attention had been drawn to him. "Nick? Hey, Nicky?" She touched his shoulder lightly, trying to keep him calm as the water continued to rise. "C'est-- it's okay, cheri."
The water was rising quickly. This was so bad. Suddenly voice of the scientist (or whoever he was) dropped off and everything went dark. It took everything she had to not shriek in surprise, but her hand clung to Nicky's for a second as the water finally lifted her up completely and she was forced to tread.
"Can everybody swim? I think we should just do what it tells us to." They had been given instructions after all. There had to be a reason. "It said the seeker knew who they were, n'est-ce pas? So just, please--" she left the sentence hanging, trusting the person to do the right thing, and turned back to where Nick had been last. Rosalie kicked harder and reached out, trying to find him. This had to be the boy Derek had been talking about the other day, the one Finn had tortured. "Where are you, Nick? You alright?" Please let him know how to tread at least.