Can she draw? Is she artistic? Her lips part, an instant "yes" on her tongue, but she falls silent again before she can say it.

"I thought some kid made it. The paint job sucks, too."
"It's one of the... ugliest things I've seen in my life."
Not to mention that Squall looked like he totally agreed...

Her lips purse, a stubbornness in the knit of her brows. "I can draw okay."

She might be a little too distracted to accept the compliment on Angelo's behalf, but the dog does well enough herself, opening her mouth obediently, and giving the professor a few wags of her tail for good measure.