[He spares some of the artwork a glance or two as they tread through the gallery, but none of it truly earns his attention. It isn't what they're here for; and there certainly isn't the sense of something imbued in it, not like the painting she leads him to. Thomas jams his hands in his pockets, leaning forward to get a better look.]

So that is her? Yes, I can see something a little... off about her.

[Unearths a hand and waggles it in front of the painting, then snaps his fingers, uncaring of who's watching. He's testing the waters.]

Hello, Mademoiselle? Are you to get in my head, too?