"Damn, pretty impressive," he agreed. "I thought about applying there, but awesome as it sounded, it was quite what I was looking for."
"The artists will get you, Lena," he deadpanned. "We'll come for you in the middle of the night, wielding paintbrushes and spray paint and welding torches and there will be no escape." He had mostly dissolved into laughter by then. "And now who sounds a bit biased?"