Carolina knew about drama, coming from a large family in the deep south she had been brought up amongst the heart of family issues all violently turbulent beneath the placid appearance of summer luncheons and charity events. It was one of the reasons she had fled that life, she hated being told to keep her emotions to herself and told to smile at people she could not stand. On rare occasions she missed her parents, her sisters, but she could never fit into that world and had quit trying. Her parents had filed the missing reports, she had looked into it once and was presumed dead, the waters off of Savannah having claimed more than one victim before. It hurt but she was sure it was better this way, for her and them. She lived a simpler life now and that wasn't all that bad at the end of the day. Her problems today however apparently paled in comparison to whatever the burly figure who emerged from the dark hallway behind the counter was currently dealing with. The shattered pieces which were all that remained of the apparently potent fury which had overwhelmed him, whatever the reasoning.

Despite the harsh words that fly from her lips she is sympathetic to an extent when he offers her the vaguest of explanations about what had caused him to turn a cellphone into a projectile. An understanding grimace crossing her features for a moment though he may not even notice in his current preoccupation in collecting the pieces. At least he still seemed willing to talk shop with her after he cast an appraising glance her way, waving her back towards his office. She had worried momentarily he would be too caught up in whatever had caused the incident in the first place. Though she hadn't truly been anticipating a full consultation, it made sense that someone at his level of artistic talent would have such meetings before anything else.

She followed him quietly through the shop and into a comfortably furnished office, falling easily into the chair sitting he mentions across the desk where the artist himself settles. She rose an eyebrow slightly at the command, knowing he hadn't likely intended it as such in his currently state of mind so she let it slide. Equally she is unsurprised at the rough nature of his tone as he demands her name without even introducing himself first, though maybe most people who came here knew who he was already. "Carolina, and yours?" She couldn't well just refer to him as 'sir' forever, and the rebellious side of her hated using that term after having it shoved down her throat during her youth. Her hazel eyes focused on him with intent as he launched into what seemed like a common speech he gave new clients and though she opened her mouth slightly to reply she was cut off by the phone on his desk ringing. Her gaze turned to it incredulously as he curses not so quietly under his breath.

The last thing she expected, but perhaps should have by this point, was his pushing up from that desk suddenly and detaching the phoneline from the wall with more force than she was sure a simple cable required. This time she couldn't help the slight smile of amusement that pulled at her lips, quite the show she was receiving unexpectedly though working in a bar jam-packed with rowed Weres had rather made such outbursts common place for her, even if Brendan was not one of her kind. "The joys of technology." Sarcasm laced her words rather thickly though she did not expect a response, and while she was tempted to pry she doubted it would go anywhere he didn't seem the type to pour his heart out to a stranger in his office. "To be honest I didn't even know I wanted this before I saw your work today. I was thinking maybe something on my thigh, maybe we could throw some ideas around and see what you can come up with?" It all sounded rather lame now that she said it out loud, as serious as he appeared to be at his work she wondered if he would even agree to that. Lord knows it was just her luck to have found him in the best possible mood today.