"That or I've been here for hours and no one has managed or wanted to come over here." Getting used to being alone like that had made him relax. If it had been anywhere else the youth wouldn't have been like that. Maybe.

Smirking, he noticed the black on his hands, wiping them off on a space piece of cloth he'd picked up just for that purpose. The smudges on his face would go unnoticed or unattended to for now unless they were to be pointed out. "I doubt that. One person's art is another person's treasure. Or at least I think that's the saying."