She laughs - quick and bright - at his self-professed laziness, and drops down into a cross-legged position beside him on the sand. She's here for the full experience, so may as well get right into the thick of it. Even if that does mean winding up covered in pesky grit.

"Well, I hope ugly shapeless lump is up there with your castle, because I don't even have a clue where to start," she says, eyeing the sand dubiously, trying to work out where to even begin. Whatever she tries is gonna be a pile of shit compared with his artistic endeavours...but he'd said just for fun. No need to be embarrassed, right? She's okay with this not being her area of expertise.

"I've only ever headed out this way on escort missions, you know? So like, making the trip was fine by me, so long as I was getting paid. I just never bothered to hang around after."