"I'll keep the offer in mind," she replies, heading in and looking around for a table to sit at. "Maybe you'll have competition one day. Is that a thing? Competing graffiti artists? Do you have epic spray-can duels with strobe lights going off?"

Spotting a clean and comfy-looking seat, she sits down and sheds her coat. "I never did tell you about my day job, though, did I?"