For most of the evening, Ross had been in his office working through some much needed paperwork. The Giacometti exhibit was finally wrapping up and all the pieces were being shipped back to their rightful owners. Ross had figured something like that would be, well, easy. Just ship everything back and it would be a done deal. Apparently it wasn't that easy and the poor man found himself swamped with papers to fill out, people to call, and so on. And just to think that there would be more exhibits to come.
After a while he decided to take a break and meander through the museum for a bit. From what he heard from several coworkers walking by was that it wasn't nearly as mobbed in the museum as it was the other week. That put a smile on his face. Less people meant less emotions to worry about. Straightening out his attire, Ross pulled his hair back into a low ponytail and made his way out of the office for a much needed break. One of the great things about working in a museum was that he could always be surrounded by works of beautiful art, especially the contemporary exhibit. He became giddy every time he walked into his section of the museum, even though he saw all the same pieces on a daily basis.
While walking about the gallery space, he spotted a woman walking in who seemed a bit wobbly. Ross tilted his head with concern as he watched her. Was she ill at all? He didn't confront her at first, but slowly made his way closer to her, and as he did he began to pick up on the woman's emotions. She seemed... upset? Disgusted? Oh geez, was it the art? It was times like then that Ross wished he was a telepath so he knew the reasons behind the emotions, but that would probably have overwhelmed him even more.
As he grew closer, Ross managed to become in earshot of the woman, and smiled to her. "Enjoying yourself this evening, miss?"