"Why so much work for blank mosaics no one will ever see." She answers his question, stroking her fingers again over the tile wall. A faint tilt to her head, curious and soft.
She does not find offense at his scrutiny. After a moment of studying the mosaic she even turns back to him and lifts her jaw faintly, standing still. Look then. She is small, pale and apparently fragile, hair as dark as these abandoned tunnels and eyes the blue of the sky. Not so beautiful as many of the goddesses.
"I'd like to continue to visit regularly.." a moment.. "..please?"