Gallery openings were something Ross had enjoyed more before he was the Minister. Now there was an element of schmoozing that had not been present more than a few years ago, and sometimes he just wanted to look at art in peace. He had a brief moment of peace when he heard one of the portraits chide a nervous-looking woman, and had to hide a grin behind his hand.
"Well, the portraits certainly have a personality," he joked, with an easy smile to the woman. He thought that she worked here — she had the look of someone who worked here, or else she was insane, because she was standing in front of the portraits like she worked here — but there was a familiar note about her. Ross wasn't sure — he hadn't managed to place her yet — but he was fairly confident that he recognized her. He just wasn't sure how, yet.
"Well, the portraits certainly have a personality," he joked, with an easy smile to the woman. He thought that she worked here — she had the look of someone who worked here, or else she was insane, because she was standing in front of the portraits like she worked here — but there was a familiar note about her. Ross wasn't sure — he hadn't managed to place her yet — but he was fairly confident that he recognized her. He just wasn't sure how, yet.