[She’s trying not to panic here. Doesn’t want to ask for too much, doesn’t want to undersell the amount of work she’s going to have to do. This is so complicated. If this entire situation doesn’t crash and burn - well, at least she can use it as a learning experience.

Her attention follows where he points. She squints, trying to judge the size of the pieces already on the walls with just her eyes. She’s so bad at this, but… it helps a little. She takes note of the estimates while he keeps talking and then—-]

Oh - like a triptych? [The thought seems to brighten her up.] That’s such a good idea. I can really work with that - thank you. A family of roses at morning, noon, and night. Pretty.

[Is she already scratching away at some crude little thumbnails? Maybe.]