"Ah. I've been trained in sketching, for professional work." Abe laughed slightly and unlike the smile it sounded quite natural. "I wouldn't say I'm an artist, of course." His pencil traced out the cat's tail, held high and perky.

At this point he was used to random people coming up and talking to him. It really seemed the only thing to do at the institute during the day. Supposedly there were activities but they were mild distractions at best, only a faint struggle against the white and sterile monotony. If he ever made it back to Doyleton he was going to raid the bookstore for as much as his arms could carry before daylight hit and he didn't care if they were old car manuals as long as they were books.