A hour or so had passed, and he gestured to the statue behind her near the door. Nine feet of wounded, flying, powerful, enraged dragon snarled at her, frozen in silent fury, as lifelike as they could made it. Arrows, hanging scales, even a fang broken into one wound. It was a masterpiece, though to the draconic construct, which had literally just transcribed a mental image to a 3d printer, it took as much effort as taking one step. There was a reason most constructs didn't take up the fine arts.<br/><br/>After Evangeline finished admiring the statue, he shrugged, and had one of the drones absorb it to keep it hidden, and nodded. "Lead on, ma'am. Would it help if I looked fully construct, or should I change to that at dinner? Or should I not bother?"