"And where exactly is South Dakota?" He needed a map of this country, among other things. Being willfully ignorant wouldn't solve half of his problems and half of his problems were unsolvable already. Asking questions helped, but he knew it made him sound unsociable and demanding, which in some ways, suited him fine. He didn't really want friends. Friends had a funny habit of turning out to be lying bastards when you weren't paying attention. No, Arthur had enough of friends. He wanted information.
He came to stand by the table and gripped the back of a chair, but said nothing further. He'd scan the message boards later when he found himself willing to try and work on a computer again. Each time he did it, something went wrong and at the end of the day, it was easier to hear things second hand when everyone lived in the same building.