Jaime's seen for himself the sort of... art that people here tend to create. He's been here long enough for it to become normal, if not still somewhat distasteful, and he has nothing but sympathy for those discovering such things for the first time. He offers Ben a sympathetic look as he starts sweeping up the comics into his arms.

"Listen, I don't wanna discourage you from, um, doing what you do or whatever, but you know it's a lost cause if all you wanna do is hide them, right? They just sell these things online when they're not at conventions." His mouth twitches. "One of the great tragedies of the printing press."