[ She's slowly moving from one painting to the next, keeping a cautious distance from each — curiosity has her distracted enough that the fact she's meant to be the subject of one of these has slipped her mind for the moment. The detail in each is really exquisite — the time he's spent on his craft really shows.
She doesn't recognize the name of the work, but she knows the magazine; at least that much seems to carry between dimensions, somehow. (At least, she doesn't think he's from hers, but it's not like she knows everyone in Maiami City — how could she know every person in the entire country?)
At the question to herself, she finally stands upright, turning to finally speak to her host. ]
no subject
She doesn't recognize the name of the work, but she knows the magazine; at least that much seems to carry between dimensions, somehow. (At least, she doesn't think he's from hers, but it's not like she knows everyone in Maiami City — how could she know every person in the entire country?)
At the question to herself, she finally stands upright, turning to finally speak to her host. ]
A little over a year, now. I got here last April.