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Having parked his car in a carpark about two blocks away, Mathias hiked his way toward his target. He'd marked the perfect wall earlier that day, and had waited until evening, hopefully after the staff should all have closed up and headed home for the night, to make his move. After all, it would be a crime to leave such a lovely wall unmarked. He was just... adding value to the building.

Uncle Ned should thank him, really. He wouldn't of course. He'd turn red in the face, his bad combover barely hiding the fact that said redness went all the way to the top of his head, and then he'd talk about how he was an adult now and he should put such childish antics behind him, now go get the scrub brush and bucket...

To be fair, he was fairly wrapped up in getting started, which was probably why he didn't notice the light on at the end of the building from the side-door where the kitchen took in supplies and exited to take the trash out to the nearby dumpster. When he reached the wall he'd already reached into his pocket and had chalked out the outline in his head - the galactic city scape. Then he dropped his bag, pulling out the shiny cans of spray paint before looking up at the nearby street lamp that actually supplied him with more than ample light.

It was almost like Uncle Ned WANTED this.

Then he shook up the black rattlecan and got to work putting in the shadows...

He'd made it about halfway through the outlines of the skyline, about to start getting to the good part, adding in the actual galactic elements - the planets, the stars, the fun stuff, when the voice from nearby shook him from his artistic fugue and he turned to face her, tossing the can that was in his dominant hand to his non dominant as he gave the newcomer a nod.

"Good evening to you too," He said hearing the sarcasm and looking over at the wall. "You mean this?"

He took a step back, motioned with his good hand.

"This is just a bit of urban renewal," He continued. "Once it's finished it'll be something everyone can enjoy, transitory though it might be."

Hand moved toward nose, only to pause for a moment when he realized there was still back-splash of paint on them. Right, he'd forgotten gloves again - he'd need to remember that next time, even just a box of cheap nitrite ones would probably not ruin his day. His hand hovered in his face for only a moment before he let it drop.

"Ah," he sighed, looking past her toward the door. "I didn't realize ya'll would be open so late, or I'd of done a circle and come around once ya'll had booked it home. Didn't mean to scare anyone."

"Do give them my apologies," He said. "Well if any of them at any rate. Like I said, my only goal here was to get what was in here." He motioned toward his head again with a finger. "Onto there." He motioned to the wall.

"I'm only about half-way done," He added. "I was right - this is in fact, the perfect wall for this piece."

He hummed for a moment, seeing the offered out, knowing that he should take it, but a sidelong glance at the piece and he knew his need to finish the piece wouldn't allow him to bow out so easily. Stubborn as he was, he had to check himselfmas she spoke of allowing him to continue.

The dynamic here was simple - she had the power here. Since she could call the cops and evem if he bolted now they would still be able tonfind him before he got to his car.

"Oh so that's what they put in," he commented dryly. "I take it you're closed now of course?"

He clould just circle the block, wait a handful of hours and come back...

There was a natural, almost primal, attraction to people who showcased high levels of prowess and skill. Mathias was not immune to this, and there was a moment where he was not sure if he should be concerned or aroused. The realization that she had sent a good number of his cans clattering about the ground around his work area, made it fairly clear that he should probably go with the former.

Tempting as it was to pursue the later.

"I think that your point is made," He said, his voice steady and calm, neutral and polite. "No need for violence, I'll pack up and go."

He moved very slowly, making sure she saw that he was making a point to pick up his stuff and pack it all into his bag.

He was going to need to come at this from another angle entirely.

He could feel her eyes on him and he had to wonder if this was what an elk felt like being stalked by wolves. The fact that she kept a coin in hand did little to assure him it wasn't going to end up upside his head - or between his eyes. Wouldn't that be his luck to have his nose busted by a quarter.

"So," he started as he zipped up his bag to go. "Don't suppose I could harass you for a coke for the road?"

He felt like he was being glowered at by the prison warden and at this point he wanted to shake things up.

"Uncle Ned, you absolute b*****d'" Mathias huffed a laugh as she pointed to the camera. He took a moment to wave at it, then flipped it the bird for good measure. "Well that explains the light placement."

Turning to her his demeanor changed slightly.

"If Ned gives you s**t, tell him I'll be by tomorrow to clean it up," he said. "Beats him putting out an apb, and might even earn you a raise when you tell him you caught me... black handed and demaned I do it."

"It's a perennial issue," Mathias admitted. "So yeah, Ned left this here for me as a honeytrap, so he wins this round." He shot another glance at the camera. "Oh well, sometimes you get the bear, sometimes the bear gets you."

"Not sure when you start shift but it'll be fixed before you come in," Mathias said with a nod. "Just so I don't run into any issues tomorrow morning, can I get a name so I can tell them who told me to start scrubbing the wall?"

He looked at it again.

"Rather not spook more of your folks," He said flashing her a smile. "Actually get the cops called on me."