"Weaponry is an art unto itself. One which I never fully appreciated, but one which friends of mine do." Brooke was more liable to enjoy a museum installation about the history of high-heeled shoes. Hell, she hadn't worn flats since high school.

"So these pieces are yours. That's intriguing," Brooke looked at Jerrard with a fresh set of eyes. She had taken him for just another person visiting the museum, not someone who collected old, beautiful things. "I've never been one to collect anything but shoes and jewels." Also enemies and furs, but she didn't want to rattle off a list.

"I heard there was a new installation, and I was curious. I like the arts. Even if I have to come down to Brooklyn to get a taste of it every once in awhile."