River studied Richard. Wondering if his personality could be captured in paint. It was a very poetic question and she smiled as she mused upon it. "There is an American poet... How does it go... she says... that they say... that they... [i]have wondered...

What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see."[/i]

River pulled out a small notebook from her back pocket, she wrote herself a short note, a reminder to look up the poem later. She wanted to remember the rest. 

"It might not be a lot of time between classes, but she is a painter, right? This might be the best way she knows... how to... get close to you. Get to know you. Right? It probably means a lot to her."