Taking the pictures back and tying them over with the thread again, Shinji's glance sled off the girl. He didn't pay any attention to her at all. All people looked the same... Only her question got his attention. A possible other customer - while that didn't bring his spirits up, it could help his funds. After all, he could paint some more pictures anytime...<br/><br/>"These are not for sale. Someone already bought them, but I can make a new one. Fifty bucks for an A4, ninety for an A3. A week waiting period for one painting. Either on delivery, so you give me your address, or on pick-up, so I give you mine. Or by post." he explained in a completely disinterested tone. It was his job. He needed food and a place to live in like every other human being. Selling paintings was the simplest way he could get it with - one in which he wouldn't get berated by a superior. He remembered that he carried a few cards with his address and the website that sold his paintings.<br/><br/>His ghostly white hand reached into the pocked of his coat and handed her the card. "You can find them and contact me there." he informed her.