They don't want to encroach, glance over things that might be private, but they still recognize little slips and shapes as Lucretia cards through the pages. The Pineses. Mettaton. Legion. Lup. She's good, too - every sketch is beautiful, detailed, accurate to a tee.

She really is good at this.

They almost suggest themself, complete with a dramatic pose, but that would defeat the purpose of learning on their own. So they slip the strap of their instrument from their shoulders and set it down.

"How's this?"