Arthur can't see the dirty look he got, but he's definitely sending one back. You literally asked him. Fucking Americans.
But he forces himself to simmer down a bit, because he can at least give a status report. "After we investigated the barrier together, I got Numbers and Wrench to help me investigate if there were other ways out of town - if we're trapped here, then there has to be a way supplies are coming in."
He sighs, less crisply now. "The other two learned that there are delivery trucks that do just that, and we tried tailing one, but we weren't able to follow it, suggesting it's not something like a gateway that opens. So, to follow, we hijacked one of the trucks and forced its driver at gunpoint to drive us out of town."
There's no shame in the admission, just a sort of pragmatic resignation.
"We were caught, of course, and, er." It's only now he hesitates, glancing towards the sound of John's cutlery, but his mouth sets into a grimace. "We were arrested, and... tortured."
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But he forces himself to simmer down a bit, because he can at least give a status report. "After we investigated the barrier together, I got Numbers and Wrench to help me investigate if there were other ways out of town - if we're trapped here, then there has to be a way supplies are coming in."
He sighs, less crisply now. "The other two learned that there are delivery trucks that do just that, and we tried tailing one, but we weren't able to follow it, suggesting it's not something like a gateway that opens. So, to follow, we hijacked one of the trucks and forced its driver at gunpoint to drive us out of town."
There's no shame in the admission, just a sort of pragmatic resignation.
"We were caught, of course, and, er." It's only now he hesitates, glancing towards the sound of John's cutlery, but his mouth sets into a grimace. "We were arrested, and... tortured."