[ Nina is, in fact, quite splattered with paint. Somehow, she never seems to survive without getting some on her cheek and nose, but today something particularly creative had happened and there's yellow flicks all along one side of her dark hair. She doesn't appear fussed, and half dozen preteen to early teens around her painting sets seem at ease, and more or less focused on the forest they're painting... more or less.

She senses an approaching heartbeat, but she doesn't turn around until she hears John speak. ]

Oh, hello! Nice to put a face to... whatever that was? At least I can properly say it's nice to meet you now. Grab a paintbrush! We're doing the trees.

[ She gestures to a spare palate and brush and scoots over toward the middle of the giant backdrop so John can have the edge. ]