The pout slipped off Grace's face and was replaced by a giggle that she hid behind a hand. It was a giggle of relief, not just amusement—she hadn't been able to articulate her uneasiness in the exhibit before, but it came out much easier once Mr. Echelon-Arnost expressed his own lack of enjoyment. "I had the misfortune of finding this one first," she explained, a sheepish smile on her face when she dropped her hand. "I don't suppose the others are any better?" She couldn't even remember what they were.
