"I'd say you're right," Mystique agreed pleasantly, stopping finally to slip her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "Unless, of course, you're looking for that horrendous painting of a waterfall they have down in the lobby; it's still there, although I'd have to start seriously questioning your taste inn art."
She paused, fingering one corner of the case containing the small disk she'd worked so hard to secure, and offered him one of her better smiles. "That, and it's a fake anyway."