"Yeah," Astrid agreed, turning her head to look at it even though she just was, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face, getting a little splotch of dark blue paint on her ear as she tucked the hair behind it. "It's kind of what I do. Well, Sabine and me both." She nodded to the other side of the room, very different in style but no less bursting with a similar artistic energy, and she smiled, just a little. "So if you're ever wondering what smells like paint and turpentine around here, it's probably us."