Arctic: *stares at her portion of the question for a minute, dumbfounded*

Flint: ... *curious, waves a hand in front of her face, vying for her attention* Miss? Miiiisssss? Ya alright there? Any screws loose?

Arctic: *waves him off after a moment of pestering, rolling her eyes* Haha, funny. You know perfectly well I'm not all there.

Flint: *beams agreeably*

Arctic: *brows furrow* Anyway... *turns to Amy, smiling sheepishly* Nah, I'm usually fine with you. You're upbeat yeah, but Flint's on a whole other level. And if I ever do get annoyed, it's nothing personal - I'm just a pessimist by nature, so I don't always mix well with peppy, optimistic people. *shrugs*

Flint: *nods* Miss Arctic's real grumpy most o' the time, always moping around and glaring at folks--

Arctic: *cuts in* I'm not glaring - I swear! It's my natural resting face! When I'm not trying for any sort of expression, I apparently look like I'm either incredibly pissed at someone or as though I'm wallowing in some neck-deep depression. *sighs, raking a hand through her hair* I can't help it, okay?

Flint: Aye, Miss! I know it well. Just a bit o' teasing. *lifts brows meaningfully, grinning as Arctic bristles* Oh, oh, but I've got a question, don't I? *rushing on before he can be interrupted, twisting on his heel to face Amy* Our ship? Uncle Franky built it, o' course! As for a name... *rolls his eyes upwards in thought, tapping a finger at his chin* Huh. Haven't got 'round to it yet, I suppose... We barely got our crew name together just a while ago... Reckon we should slap a name on the ol' girl...

Arctic: *seeing he's slipping into one of his "deep thinking" moments, sighs and waves at Amy* He'll be at this for a while, then go talk it over with Val or Vesper and Aika. It'll come up in the main story eventually. Oh, but ask again any time!