[ Clea tuts under her breath, sounding for all the world like a judgemental elderly woman, and loops her arm in his to be guided up the stairs. That part of the evening will be more annoying: She won't be able to explore on her own. On the other hand, when she reviews the exhibit, people will be beside themselves figuring out how she attended when there is no indication she left Paris. ]

Too busy for your grandmother. In my day, people respected their elders.

[ She puts her other arm on top of their interlinked arms, 'using' it to 'steady' herself even more. It would be tempted to use a singular gait, to struggle the same going up each and every stair, but in her observations Clea has noted that movement varies from step to step. She needs to move within a range of feebleness if she wants to sell the ruse.

And she very much does. Even if part of her would rather rush forward and hope for a chance to enjoy the portraits before the area is too crowded.

Sacrifices must be made. She'll convince Sikert to give her a private showing at a later date. ]

It's much easier to travel now than it was when I was a girl, but service has declined. They left me waiting for over an hour. We didn't treat our elders that way.

[ Oh, being this grumpy is fun. Perhaps Clea will go out as an old woman more often. The trip across had gone well except for a slight lack of timeliness on the part of his contacts. That seemed like something he should know just in case he needed to arrange a trip where timeliness was of the essence.

Leaning in as they walked through the door, Clea tilts her head towards the right. ]

There are some older pieces on display. I want to look at them.

[ And elderly people get to be demanding. Yes, she is looking forward to this life stage more and more. ]