Everyone is wearing masks, and they don't know each other, each keeping to themselves, without anyone coming to disturb.
Philip Shaw was pushing her along the edge of the corridor, explaining the origins and sources of the murals to her. It was evident he had profound knowledge in art, so much that he could casually mention the years of every mural's artist.
Aldana Candi didn't understand art but was somewhat impressed, "You know a lot."
Philip Shaw's lips curved slightly, then he humbly said, "Just dabbling a bit."
After taking her around the hotel for a while, Philip Shaw spoke until he was dry-mouthed. He paused her in a corridor and said warmly, "I'm a bit thirsty, I'll get a drink. What would you like to drink? I'll fetch it for you."
Aldana Candi brought her gaze back from the murals, thought for a moment, "Bring me a glass of cherry juice."
Philip Shaw responded with a sound, ruffled her hair, "I'll be back soon."
