"Well you know what they say. Shoot for mediocrity, get neither accolades or condemnation." Not that it'd ever been an option for him, but he's always been able to see the appeal. Curiosity, the first genuine flicker of it he's felt in a bit, has him peering at her set up, the piping, the braces, the amount of space it takes. "Ever think of setting up somewhere more permanent?"

It's easier to focus on the details than it is the bullshit everything that's been today. Or the past few days. Weeks? Years. If he starts dragging shit to think about now without the distraction of mils and miles of wok ahead back home? He'll lose his shit. Better to start a new project now before that has a chance to happen. Going quietly mad is't exactly his style.

"Fresh from the tube." He swivels his head to her, shrugging. "...yes and no."