[Fang's already argued with, threatened, and become resigned to the annoying paintings in the time it takes Elphelt to catch up with their unfortunate predicament. She's spent her time split between observing the whole internal journey Elphelt takes into her mind palace, and poking at the painting, which doesn't do much but annoy the denizens inside of it but makes her feel better.]

Bit behind there, aren't you? [She asks of Elphelt, after her fifteenth or so poking of the terrible trio, or whatever the hell they were supposed to be.] That's the idea - the two of us whisper sweet nothings to each other and then we're home free.