@cainxboseman / the art museum
"hellooo." she let the words bounce off the walls of the building, summoning one of the museum's care takers from the depths. there was only one that she had any business with today— and he appeared in record time.
"well bless my heart!" she said by way of greeting, trying to affect her southern accent, a little less blanche dubois and a little more mountain range sharp. the regional change, as it was known. she made no secret about the knife she was carrying on the waistband of her skirt, "tell me you've got some free time in your schedule."
it wasn't much of a question. she'd make the free time out of thin air. neither of them did much important around here, and it was enough to drive her a little stir crazy! "i've got to quiz you on your favor subject!" she'd known about it in bits and pieces, though she didn't find family talk very entertaining. "i'll make it worth your while."