She smiled at him, because his statement was entirely hopeful, and it reminded her of Billy. "Careful, you're sounding positively hopeful and cheery already," she cautioned, a teasing grin teasing at the corners of her mouth. She sobered then, squeezing his hand surely one last time before letting go. "Thanks, Pierce. If you ever need anything, let me know," she said, meaning it entirely. He'd helped her, and he was related to Billy, and that was all it took to earn her loyalty, especially in graveyards in the middle of the night.
She started to walk away, then she turned and looked over her shoulder. "Do you like art?"