[ Arthur is still not certain where he stand when it comes to humans, and how they treated him, but this flashing light on the side of his head has to go. Whether to blend in or to break free or both, he mirrors Markus, prying it off with surprising ease. ]

It certainly can't be any worse than- [ a vague gesture with the piece of scrap still in his hand, towards the junkyard ] -that.

Far be it from me to impose after all you've done for me, but... if you have want of company, I would gladly come along to this mystery place of yours.