Sarah scowled at the weather as she waited for a cab. Luckily she hadn't done to much with her hair and make up, not having had the time. The covering she's under doesn't offer much protection from the slant wise rain though. She pulled her warm jacket closer, delighted when a cab pulled up to the curb. She slid into the backseat and gave the driver the address of the museum.<br/><br/>Luckily the admissions line had dwindled down by the time that she arrived at the museum. In sort order Sarah had her paperwork taken care of and is soon looking at the various pieces. She came to the same conclusion as the others, that the artist has some serious problems that need to be addressed by a team of professionals.<br/><br/>She turns when she hears Vincent call her name. "I decided to come after all. I had nothing better to do tonight." She shrugged to demonstrate her point. "Everything in here is certainly from an odd point of view, don't you think?"