[His smirk mellows into an actual smile; he'd been hinting at scrawling something obscene on the side of one of those national landmarks or whatever they were... But Abby's just so (adorably) enthused about it he can't bring himself to rain on her parade.

...Entirely.]

Yeah? I don't know, galleries are kinda lame. There's one inside, but it's all, like, old crap. Someone should do a graffiti gallery. Or like a comic gallery, you know, get some Jim Lee in there--

[The figure has a face! A blue face, literally and figuratively, blue and white and nowhere near as lovely as the "model", but hey. Pablo Picasso he ain't.]