Ijemaru turned to the girl when she spoke. His mouth opened slightly and his eyebrows raised as he listened to her input. When she was finished he blinked and his face relaxed into a warm smile. "Well I'm sure your father is an avid art-lover," he said. This other man obviously wasn't her father though... Ijemaru wondered how well a lone child could possibly fair while surrounded by such... monstrosities.<br/><br/>Ijemaru turned to the young man as he gave his own opinion, jotting down the words. The reporter gave a smile, "I couldn't begin to guess," he said quite honestly. "If you don't mind me asking, I'd like it if I could get your names to put with your quotes. Of course, I could simply leave it anonymous, if you'd prefer it that way?" He gave a glance to the orange-clad girl he'd spoken to before as she came up to the counter, asking for a pair of sunglasses. The event didn't seem overly important to him, so he focused his attention back to the odd pair he was interviewing.