Yeah that was a fucking rental car, I didn't get my deposit back because of those scratches you left on the roof. And I nearly froze my bollocks off walking to that village.

[ He barely registers it at first, that touch of movement as he continues to stare at the painting, but then there's a realisation and it's instinct that kicks in before he has time to think about it. He pulls his hand back a touch sharply and shoots him a look. ]

Nathan.

[ He takes a step over to a sculpture that... he can't quite work out, and uses it to change the subject. ]

Okay so what's this supposed to be then?