There was a shake of her head, the name not ringing any bells.
“It was an exhibit, like for art or something, where people oversell themselves to climb the social ladder.” Least that how it felt to her.
She appears anxious as she thinks of more details, mouth scrunched in a frown.
Then, there it was!
Eyes light up, “It was some guy, bald and really skinny. He talked about some art, and one piece stood out, and it looked an awful lot like that.” Her head gestures to the sign. “Think his name was Robert something…” another pause as she thinks, “umm…Page! Robert Page!” clearly she was proud of herself for remembering that. “But I don’t know if it’s a threat or anything,” a shrug, “maybe it’s advertising for that name you said, some type of club or something.” Eyes look back up at the sign, “Whatever it is, we should really look into it and make sure it’s not a threat. We don’t need that.”