"... So, I'm guessing... It's not supposed to do that?" Stella asked, words coming out awkwardly for a moment as she settled. Things were fine, everything was fine, things were dead, things were done. Here and now, right? Here and now. But here and now was off. Or at least the painting was off. "... Maybe we need to hit it harder." Stella asked, cocking her head to the side. "Or call Chanterelle to give us a hand?"