Walking through the Sanditon Inn had been...rather a surprise. Irene had heard that the property had been quite decimated, but the extent to which it was had her staring wide-eyed as she made her way down the path. And to think the scene had been absolute chaos when now, it was hard to even imagine a brisque breeze blowing through. The artist bit her lip, wondering just how much damage had been done to the inside and what kind of restoration was waiting for her.

She got her answer rather soon as she heard the unmistakable ringing voice of her co-worker echo to the left of the path she had been walking down. Irene changed direction and followed the sounds of a foreign language being spoken and Louisa's subsequent response.

"Louisa?" Irene called, frowning as she approached the easel her co-worker had set up. Ah. She should have known it was a fight with a painting. "I recognized your dulcet tones," She said jokingly, though eyed the painting and its subject with suspicion. "Having some difficulty?"

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