Porrim cuts her gaze toward the nearest such installation; she happens to highly disapprove of the whole concept, but she's smart enough to keep her mouth shut about it. She doesn't need to be hauled in for questioning concerning her dangerous beliefs, no thanks.

"It certainly gives off a different impression than we'd aimed for," she settles on. "Colder by far." There. That sounds like her concerns are the correct ones, doesn't it?

Time for a change in subject. She reaches for his hand, studies the laurel ring on his finger. "I like this. Classy. You look good."