[Iona nods in agreement with Thomas and leads them to the center of the gallery where most paintings are displayed. Her arm's light settles for about a minute until out of the corner of their eyes, they'll see movement between two canvases making her arm flare up again.]
Oh boy, she's a sprinter!
[She takes a few steps forward and glances back and forth between opposite walls until she points to the largest painting, an abstract piece full of colors and shapes.]
There. She's trying to use the colors as camouflage but I can make out her shape.
[And because it's so abstract, the blonde-painted lady looks a lot more disconcerting, her shape twisted by the paint strokes that weren't meant to make clear symbols or subjects.]
no subject
Oh boy, she's a sprinter!
[She takes a few steps forward and glances back and forth between opposite walls until she points to the largest painting, an abstract piece full of colors and shapes.]
There. She's trying to use the colors as camouflage but I can make out her shape.
[And because it's so abstract, the blonde-painted lady looks a lot more disconcerting, her shape twisted by the paint strokes that weren't meant to make clear symbols or subjects.]