"You're right, I don't see an artistic vision. What I do see is right through that excuse." Sam grinned, and again elbowed her housemate. "I was working in an art gallery, you know. Before all of this."

Her grin shrank to a smile as her own words hit home; what remained was a little rueful, but a reassurance; it was okay. 'Before' was a world away, which was... bearable, even if it still stung, (and even if it stung more than it might've at the mention,) not that that mattered much. Hiro's assertion mattered more---at least, in her here-and-now---and so Sam shrugged concession, considered, and agreed: "An incorrigible anglophone, yeah. Even if I swear in sacres." The wiseacre answer widened her smile once more, and she shifted to sit more comfortably.

"What exactly did Dirge tell you?"