People (humanoid squid, were-folk, assimilated extra-terrestrials, unincorporated souls, children raised by wolves, sentient slime molds, etc.) aren't yakking at you the whole time. You have the joint to yourself. You can do your job, do it quickly, do it right & go home to to your squid wife.
Still, without someone around keeping tabs on your minimum-wage-ass it can be hard to resist poking around just a little bit...
(I think the line drawing is more successful than the color wash but who the hell knows.)