She smiles at his words, seeming a little more comfortable. It seems she too likes the opportunity to talk about what she loves without ridicule - or in her case, disinterest.

"Oh, it feels that way sometimes," she admits with a faint laugh, going to touch somewhat awkwardly at the back of her hair, primping unnecessarily. She's spent many a late night in that museum, long after the doors have closed. Both because there was work to be done, and because there was little waiting for her at home but a glass of wine and the telly.

"I.. do things outside work. I go places." The supermarket. "And see people." The neighbours.