Lapis continues watching Newt with that critical look. "No, never mind," she says finally, and with a chopping sweep of her hand spreads the snow back out. "You can go." Not a dismissal, but like she was actually intending to keep him here as a sculpture.

She wasn't, was she? Deadpan as she is, it's hard to tell how serious she's being. It could just as easily be a subtle form of mocking him for getting in the way. In any case, neither the compliment nor the cooperation has made Lapis any less rude; Peridot certainly isn't going to help either. This art gallery is a disaster zone.