Arthur

[Warden Filter]
As I understand it, the recent attack on [There's a SLIGHT pause, and Arthur's voice goes completely deadpan.] Victor Frankenstein [And back to normal!] was perpetrated through the use of a... "burning machine," as the victim called it.

[Wryly:] Given the lack of retail options on the Barge, I'm going to assume the device was made with found objects. [A beat.] Has anybody taken it apart and figured out where each piece of the machine came from? If they even came from the Barge at all. It could help us figure out where to beef up security.

[He starts to say something else, then stops. Nope, Arthur's not touching all of the recent drama and grumbling with a ten foot pole.]

[Private to Capa]
If you're ready, I have the sample.

[There's a faint rustling of papers. ARTHUR'S ALREADY TAKING NOTES ON YOU. Like a creeper c: When he speaks, he sounds thoughtful... oh, and kind of like Rex. Minus the crazy.]

So. According to the Admiral, the passage of time moves much more slowly here than in the real world. Seconds become months, become years. Perfect for getting a job like this done without anybody knowing you're gone. However it seems here, it's quite an efficient system if you think about it.

At least, in theory. I'm sure all of you know how often the best laid plans live up to expectations.

[There's a brief pause, as he lightly taps a pencil against his notepad, then he speaks again.]

Does anybody remember how they got here? Not the events that brought you here as an Inmate or a Warden; I mean actually arriving on the ship.