Not that she was following him or anything but Mia had been wanting to talk to Salander ever since the train ride here. Now either he was apparently really busy or he was avoiding her like the plague. She tended to go with the latter.

So now that he had finally stopped and seemed to be reminicising about Merlin only knew what, Mia took her opportunity. She sidled up beside him and looked up at the portrait. "What is it?" She could never seem to work out what these paintings were supposed to be.