Fox paused for a brief moment. Head turning in the direction where the one who slammed the door open was and only gave her a second thought. Eyes hidden behind his mask quickly looking her over before coming to the answer she was one of the painted ladies. He had no time nor patiences to answer her through words on why he was here. Just a quick and brief reply before his gaze turns back towards the halls as silver paint hangs in the air in front of him.
“painting missing in gallery”
▓ ♣ Her eyes linger upon the paint before she laughs, it sounding like a crackling flame in her ears. Scarlet orbs show none of the small amounts of concern she would’ve shown had Mary still been there.
“ So, another painting managed to get lost? Or perhaps stolen, that’s more likely. ”
Another giggle, bent and broken nails tap against the floor.
“ Well, go on. I’d like to see how you try to find it. Perhaps you’ll find merely scraps of them, hm? ”
