Ross was in the middle of enjoying his coffee when he caught the whisper of a thought that pertained to something about running into the owner. That sparked his attention. Looking about the gallery once more, he spotted a younger guy come in and begin to inspect the area. Ross tried not to laugh; not that his thoughts or emotions were laughable, but more along the lines he kind of acted like every young, up-and-coming artist. They were always comparing things to their own work and acted cocky. Shit, Ross did to some extent when he was younger. Now that was a scary thought - Ross younger.
Still, this guy was contemplating the empty space just like how Ross was, so of course he was going to take advantage of this moment. Chat it up with a young artist, test the waters, that sort of thing. Casually walking on over to him, he did spot those keys spinning about in midair on their own. Aha! A fellow psychic! I approve. He remembered reading up on them when Dr. Baumann had given him that journal so many years ago. This was just going to be the first time he ever bumped into one. He was more excited than fearful of this encounter.
"Hey there!" Ross smiled at the guy with a nod. "Enjoying the place? I know I sure am. This one here is my all time favorite." He gestured to the blank wall with absolutely nothing on it. "Ah, such a beauty."