Unless there's a sudden plot twist. [Arthur shrugs, a little smirk playing at his lips as he catches some movement out of the corner of his eye, looks to the side to see an older woman, the skin of her arms hanging loose from sudden, rapid weight loss, staggering among the ruins. There are a few Triangles visible, even from the distance, underneath her skin.]

Boy, she looks like she's in pain... [He muses, wholly unconcerned with the projection's condition.] Bet she's gonna pop any minute.

[Not that either of them really knows what'll happen when they pop. Perry died before that ever happened, the sentimental idiot. On the plus side, it gives Arthur more leeway with the projections.]