After a not-insignificant trek through midday traffic Arthur and his scaly friend wound up at another park, this one promising to contain at least one stand user. As he disembarked from his van and opened the way for Hogan to do the same, he heaved sigh in muted frustration at the time he'd wasted. This time, Arthur did not bother so much with fibbing, instead letting passers-by draw their own conclusions about the behemoth that lumbered alongside him as they made their way into the park. Surely they would see that Hogan was not aggressive or rampaging, after all, and mind their own business, as the denizens of crowded, inhospitable cities often did.

In a mercifully short span of time, the mustached man discovered the meek, pink-haired girl that he searched for, sitting on a bench with some electronics plugged in her ears. As he came near, Arthur made sure to step in front of her and give a short wave so that she'd notice him, but not be surprised. Once she was ready to talk to him, he sat down beside her, his weight causing the whole thing to rattle. While he didn't know exactly how to talk to someone like her, so young, delicate, and tremulous, her nerves took care of the potential problem for him and she spilled everything she had to offer. 

So, the girl ran into a trio of performers, at least one of them capable of seeing her accidentally-manifested stand, and another endowed with the power of resurrection. Some of the other reality-defying feats performed in the orbit of the brothers' van could not be explained as neatly, but that didn't change the fundamental conclusion. Mieke just had her first official run-in with other stand users.

Once Mieke finished recounting recent events, a peaceful lull fell over the group, the ambiance particularly nice given their current surroundings. No doubt struck by what she'd witnessed, however, Mieke couldn't seem to stand the quiet, and after commenting on the abnormality of her new situation she asked Arthur what he accomplished. Waving his hand dismissively, he told her, “Bah, nothing to speak of. Just looked around and found nothing. Looks like you got both our shares of luck.” He then leaned forward a touch while looking sideways, resting his arms on his thighs. “The whole thing is weird, alright. I've been doing this for a while, miss, and trust me when I say there's always something new to keep you from gettin' settled. But eventually you get...y'know, adaptable. While you don't know what's comin', you can take it in stride. It gets easier, honest.”

Sighing again, he continued, “Not like you have a choice, poor thing. One thing I've seen in my work is that, for some reason or another, stand users tend to be drawn to one another. There's no runnin' from this life.” A chuckle shook him briefly.