Altair tilted his head as Thrass slipped away, curious as to why he hurried off in such a manner. Altair had thought that the two brothers would stick close together for most of the vacation, considering it was a chance to relax without worrying about anything else. Though he supposed a quick run to the gift shop wouldn't take Thrass very long. Altair also considered going there himself, before they left the museum, to see if there was anything of interest, or anything that would be a good gift for the few friends he'd made and for Lorana too. Of course they would also have plenty more opportunities to shop.

For now though, he turned his attention back to the colorful rug, looking at it with a not insignificant amount of interest.

"I can't read into it like you can, but these colors are beautiful."

Altair didn't particularly consider himself a cheerful person, but he did like cheerful things, and especially things that were colorful.

"That shade of red in particular is lovely. It reminds me rather of your eyes."

His own eyes were red too, of course, as were the eyes of all Chiss, but still. The lovely red in that colorful pattern reminded him more of Thrawn's eyes than any other Chiss, he thought. Just a feeling.