Darcy gestured towards nothing, smiling handsomely and stringing her arm through someone elses. It was clear that whoever she was talking about wasn't real. "Bart is my new imaginary friend, I thought him up in my dreams last night." She straightened and sighed, disappointment spreading across her features. "But, he'll have to wait at the cabin for a while, seeing as I have to talk to you!" She brightened up a little at the end of her sentence. "And yeah, ice is kind of my thing, I also think ice is pretty. Don't you? What do you do? Are you special?"