[Several finished paintings, including a still life of some flowers in a vase and a
strange, orange stone lie in the background. Relm doesn't look amused at all.]
This was finished!
[She turns the camera around, focussing it on the area she's set aside for working. Walls and floor are covered in paper to keep paint off them, reference sketches of airships are pinned up everywhere and a large, beautiful if slightly incomplete painting of Lindblum's airship docks from below takes up the majority of the space. The arrangement usedin the still life is still there on a table to one side.]
I was done with it! Finished! Com-bleeding-plete! And now it's not-done again! Who's idea of a joke is this? Who's been messing with my paintings?!