Jane worked hard and diligently enough to be accepted at the drawing school as a normal artist and not freak. But yes, how could she forget that this city was cursed with dumbasses. She should probably ignore all her thoughts about kicking you or ruining your easel because all your drawings are literally terrible. Jane doesn't know why you were accepted to art school in the first place, because even a chicken would have drawn better.

And watching you in class, sitting at a board table with the most boring face on the planet, she really wondered what the hell you were doing here. She's not a spy, but she did eavesdrop on conversations and found out that you're the child of a teacher at an art school. Well, then everything works out. They're just trying to trace you back to your parent's roots. And the worst part is that the teacher evaluates your drawings good every time.

Now Jane was sitting on a chair washing brushes from moisture and paint and noticed how tired you sat next to her.

— "Are you finished yet?"

She asked suddenly and you clearly didn't expect her to talk to you.