"Journal: Evening Trista. Trista Braving: What, you come to gloat? My evil art-work’s gone the way of lady justice’s tits…concealed from the delicate public’s view. You win, Journal. Journal: Trista if you’d like your painting to go back up, my bosses want you to know that off-duty police officer could be arranged to protect— Trista Braving: Why bother? You heard what they did to it right? The critics have spoken."