Yeah, well, I like to see some action

"You're an artist, aren't you?"

Shania's voice is low, clear, but tremulous. It's the voice of a person who's past gambling on suppositions; who's so full of meaning and mountain-moving melodrama that she's had her fill of small talk clear through to the next epoch.

Shania Reid does not make small talk. Shania Reid does not make anything that isn't a masterpiece.

Minoth nods, broad-stroked (to say, wonderfully old-soul-cowboy-flavored nuanced) joviality in every degree. "It's what I like to call myself."

Shania's eyes shiver.

Minoth keeps the contact strong; him sitting, her standing.

"But are you really?"

Focus. "We are."