"True. I'd hate to get into it with you about van Gogh and Goya. And, in some cases, Picasso." Naea smirked and rested her elbow on her bent knee, taking a moment to brush the hair away from her eyes. "And if me throwing red paint on a canvas and calling it Passion gets me six figures, where do I sign up?"
Her smile went a little wider as she shook her head and looked down into her lap. Naea was trying to figure out if he was being cocky, overly sure of himself or a variation thereof. It was good to take pride in your work, no matter what you were doing, but sometimes those that worked in better jobs than what she had grated her nerves. Zio didn't seem to be doing that currently, though she secretly wondered just when it might come out. The other part was that there was really nothing about her job worth talking about. She just wasn't that interesting.
"Here we are talking about art when we should probably be banging on the door for someone to get us out." Blue eyes finally looked up at him. "We're probably going to have to pee sooner or later."