“Hmm…” Arty puts her hand in her chin in thought. “Well, the basement’s already been searched, then. If it’s a true scavenger hunt, then the parts are probably scattered all over different places… But we don’t know where everyone else has looked…” Oh god, Arty realizes, they’re probably going to all have to work together to solve the puzzle. Is every car going to be like this? Coordinating anything with fourteen people is going to be a nightmare. She has four siblings. She knows.
“…Well, we can figure that out in a bit, I guess.” They have to regroup eventually, she supposes, whether it be due to boredom, imminent starvation… or… genuinely wanting to work together and get along… maybe. That one seems nearly impossible. Not that Arty won’t put in the effort, but the likelihood of thirteen other people also being willing to put in the effort seems slim-to-none. And if they’re not going to, why should she?
But anyway. It’s a struggle to move off the topic of the Stationmaster puzzle, because Arty is notoriously bad at small talk, and it’s the one thing she knows she has in common with Vinzent right now. But he seems like one of the more level-headed and dependable people here, so if Arty’s going to put in the work to develop a friendly connection with anyone, it would be him. So she tries.
“You said you’re an artist, right? What’s that like?”
