Simon blinked; his mind pulled back to this very painful present. Well, not too painful, at least he wasn't running from the Alliance; he was only trying to get over the whole dead thing. Slowly his attention settled on the thin, awkward man; a brow lifted. Great, brilliant thinker this one.
"I'm sure they do." His hand lifted to tap on the glass, finger pointing at the sign that stated rather clearly "House Paint On Sale! 50% off!". "Though if it's at that price, it's either some discontinued color or something unwanted by others."
Simon was in a cynical mood, as if there were many others for the young doctor these days. He had rare moments for forgetting and being awkward, but lately life just wasn't leading to the bright, shiny. He looked back at the painter, brow raised again.
"There you go." He looked at the would be painter. "I'm sure they even have paintbrushes and everything else."