[Her enthusiasm is counter to his own demeanor, stoic and placid. But he is not unattentive, his green-eyed gaze never completely leaving her face during her excitable explanation.]

I find the lights lurid.

[Just sayin'.]

But they do their job well enough. Catching the eye. Diverting your attention in every direction possible. [A vague motion at the tower before them.] You can climb that, you know.