This reaction out of a priest, of all people, threw Juno. While he stretched she brought a hand to her waist, looking up at the man with an expression of amused curiosity. "You're...you're not like other priests at all, are you? I mean, you're funny. Not too up in arms about...anything. Not saying you should be, I'm no expert at priests. I just didn't expect them to be...you know. You." Juno stopped herself before making an even bigger fool of herself, and crossed her arms in front of herself, adjusting for the temperature shift as they finally managed to get inside.
"What the fuck are grey nuns? Is that a habit thing?" she interrupted. She was about to say something on the hypothesis Jim had thought up when her eyes hit the absolutely terrible paintings all across the room. "Is this that thing where the paintings are bad ironically?"
They really were bad. To have an entire building dedicated to housing this crap was beyond insane. "So I was going to say maybe we'll get a Salvador Dalí knock-off, or a print or something but that is definitely not it. Let's check them out, I guess?"