[Her attempt to scare him is a success, because Shuichi jumps as a little as he turns his head to look at the newcomer. He hadn't even heard anyone approach...]
Uhm, it's... [He looks back at the painting, and furrows his brow a little. He hadn't expected to be asked his opinion, and he's a little reluctant to give it. For one thing, what does he know about art? Nothing, that's what. For another, what if this painting is hers? He doesn't want to be rude.] It's nice? So far, I mean...it doesn't look like it's finished, so...
[He trails off, turning his attention away from the painting and back to the woman at his side.]
no subject
Uhm, it's... [He looks back at the painting, and furrows his brow a little. He hadn't expected to be asked his opinion, and he's a little reluctant to give it. For one thing, what does he know about art? Nothing, that's what. For another, what if this painting is hers? He doesn't want to be rude.] It's nice? So far, I mean...it doesn't look like it's finished, so...
[He trails off, turning his attention away from the painting and back to the woman at his side.]
Is it yours?