[Maybe that's why it's so much easier to believe, the fact that he's nonplussed by fighting off pieces of art with a paintbrush. She's trying her best to keep her cool, but her eyes get a little wider with each thing he rattles off.]

Good. So not only are evil works of art normal, this is kind of a slow day. Got it. Wonderful.

[She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, tries to remember how to center herself from her five sessions of meditation at that place in Marina del Ray. It works decently well.]

Okay. There's no use worrying about what might happen, we need to fcous on the problem at hand. I'm guessing we should do something about Still Life with Apricots and Pears and Ursa Minor in the Night Sky back there?