Arty blushed so hard his face turned bright red when Isa called him an exhibitionist, "Well usually the only other person here is Mr Polanski...the janitor..." Arty put on his jacket and picked up his art supplies, he then listened in shock as it was made clear that no one was leaving at all at least until tomorrow. Arty was internally terrified but he managed a smile, if anyone spotted his nervousness it would be Isa, "Well no ones gonna want to sleep on the cold floor." Arty looked around at everyone, "lucky for us they keep blankets and pillows for emergencies in the art room closet." Arty looked at Isa, his expression was clear he had no desire to be stuck here, "And if we really are stuck we should find the warmest room in the building in case the power goes out...that way it stays warm until someone digs us out." Arty looked at Isa, "and me and you should talk in a minute Isa...I have something I've held off on showing you till I was ready, so why not now."