She was nervous that he might take back what he said about being okay with changes once he saw paint actually going up, and she'd done her best not to appear like she was watching him like a hawk those first few days, though she knew better than to think she'd pulled it off. Still, if it did bring up any discomfort, he hadn't mentioned it, hadn't acted on it, so it seemed like all actually was well.
Even now she paid close attention to wear he was choosing to paint, what supplies he went for first. She smiled when he winked at her-- busted-- but didn't bother to hide her interest, though she did her best not to hover directly behind him to watch every line he sketched. Briefly, it occurred to her to try to get him a smock so he wouldn't ruin a shirt (she'd yet to see the bills for those shirts but she could guarantee they weren't cheap), but she doubted he'd submit and besides, out of all of them, it was probably Bruce and Damian who would be least likely to let a drop of paint go astray, just as no paint on the wall would be out of perfect position, nor would there be a single unnecessary pencil line. Bruce certainly didn't have the artistic passion that infused Damian's art with life, but his was sure to be realistic and accurate-- and recognizable.
Which reminded Dinah that she needed to paint her own and she wrinkled her nose a little as she dug around for another pencil. Hers would be ... not accurate, or artistic, but if she could make it recognizable, she'd consider that a win.
Pencil found, she chose a spot near the window, where it would look like her robin was perched on the windowsill, and took her time lowering her bottom-heavy, awkward self down to the ground, hanging onto the window sill like an old lady. Seated (finally), she crossed her legs Indian style, and first tried to lean straight over her belly to attack the wall head on before changing courses when it turned out she couldn't bend that way so well anymore. Instead, she scooted on the hardwood, turning to the right, and managed to approach it from the side, resting her forearm against the wall, tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration.