That's how it is with burns. [Trying to be flippant about it. He does a good job. He focuses on something else, getting close enough that with him sitting and her upright the height difference is considerable. He cranes his neck to look up at her and shifts his hips so when he leans in he isn't kicking her in the shin with his foot.]
[As to the art, she gets an eloquent:] Uh huh. What do you want to do?
[He takes a rag out of his back pocket and wipes the worst of the grease from his palms, attention on her.]