[Craning her neck up to look at Weiss, Fang snorts at the remark.] Yeah, you are better off not knowing. Believe me.

[Her mood seems to be better though, judging by her body language — an arm lazily draped on her knee, her other leg stretched out, her back relaxed against the wall. Not much point in getting bent out of shape now. Didn't seem to move the paintings any.]

From a maze of hallways to being trapped in a box with a magical voyeur painting. Yeah, I really won the lottery on good luck. [She sighs.]

Well, there's my shitty update. How have you been?