Alistair hung up his call and looked first to Katherine and then to the statues. Art, he knew, had it's place in the grand scheme of history. He just didn't get it all of the time.
This was a fairly simple declaration he thought. Even one he could suss out.
"I wonder who's idea?" he said aloud as he followed her closer and peered with a more critical eye. This is what people thought of Jokers - extra limbs and heads like some twisted amalgamation of an incomplete attempt at forming identical twins. It was hard not to look at the statues and analyze his own faults. So he stopped looking at them.
"We should be getting along," Alistair pressed gently.