Looking for her own letter has not exactly been a fruitful endeavor for Arty. At this point, she’s read so many names on so many letters that she can feel a headache starting to come on. It’s disorienting, shuffling through envelope after envelope with dozens more appearing every time she turned around. More than that, it’s frustrating, and all she wants to do is stop. A break wouldn’t hurt, would it?

…It definitely might. What if everyone else was already ready to move on by now? Ugh, maybe she should just suck it up and write a letter instead. She looks at the envelope in her hand, ready to throw it to the side and give up, but though the name of the addressee stubbornly refuses to give itself up to her, she can decode a capital A… This could be the one! Just one last try.

Unfortunately, after a few seconds of trying, it becomes clear that this is not the right sequence of letters to be her mail. The name does seem familiar though… Wasn’t there an Asuka here? Arty scans the room for the pink-clad girl and heads over to her, tapping her on the shoulder.

“Um, hi. I don’t know if this is yours, but…” She holds out the letter. “The last name could be wrong though. I’m not sure.” She’s pretty confident on the first name, though. Okay, maybe like… 70% confident. Those were a lot of introductions at once on the icebreaker car and she’d kind of been too afraid of drowning at the time to listen too closely.