"The worthwhile ones certainly are," he agrees. He has every respect for artists and thinkers. Whoever designed the craft had a good eye, conviction. A decent amount of the art and furniture is good. But inevitably these things become mindless, diluted experiences catering to ticket sales. That, and he resents being kept on a course of someone else's choosing.

"But I tend to agree that nothing comes close to the actual views. Though I appreciate a little spectacle now and then."

He comes to lean on the rail nearby, not close enough to reach -- or spook -- her, but close enough that they're having an actual conversation.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Just bored and testing the currents for this conversation. I could have just offended you, or perhaps you were up here trying to be alone and I'm spoiling it."