[ This time he hears, starling - visibly startling - from the reprieve he was in, whipping around to face her and holding the brush like it's a deadly weapon. Which, well, in his hands it could be. ]
Kate.
[ Oh. He glances from her to the canvas, jaw working for some kind of excuse. ]
no subject
Kate.
[ Oh. He glances from her to the canvas, jaw working for some kind of excuse. ]
W- what are you doing here?