"Art section would be, dissaway, I b'lieve."
Truman begins his stroll toward the front of the building, with the trio in tow, around the poetry section making up the bulk of the building's center.
As they stroll,
Truman points out various sections, stalling as much as he can afford to without raising suspision.
"Okay, so, from 'ere, Architecture is left and Art is forward. Or do I 'ave that twisted? One second."
Truman uses this moment to look down the aisle to see if
Luis is clear from view yet.
"Say, I ain't much of a patron of t' arts, but I'm curious, what's t' name of t' paintin' you're lookin' for? Maybe I've read 'bout it?"
OOC: Pay no mind to the inconsistent accent, I was going for Cockney but I missed the mark.