He watches her start drawing. His daughter is an artist, though she doesn't draw much anymore, from what he'd seen. Too worried about keeping it together for her old men.

"Name's Vic, darlin'." He says, sitting up and bracing his elbow on one knee. "Whatcha drawin'?" He asks, curiously.

Most of his experience with art is through the kid. He's cultured, sure, but art isn't his favorite thing to look at.