Simon nodded slowly at the explanation; why the man was explaining at all was beyond the good doctor. He supposed he was giving the motel owner a questioning glance, but he hadn't thought so. He nodded again.
"Yellow is a good color, depending on the shade of yellow, I suppose. There are some yellows I'd rather not see on anything, motel or finger." He made something of a face, then shook his head, giving a soft laugh. "I don't know what your motel looks like, and I apologize I am not a..." The word lost for a moment. "Decorator?"
Simon turned his attention to the store front again; painting seemed like a good idea. River had found it therapeutic, perhaps. He probably should have looked for his sister after being killed, but he really wasn't ready to see her.