A sudden strike with an unexpected question left Arthur scratching his head. “Hrhrm, uh, name your Stand? Well, I suppose I didn't give it too much thought, really...” He leaned back and put his hands on his knees. Around him, the air flickered, a great silver gleam briefly visible. Its large size might have been intimidating, but if anything Arthur meant it as comforting and in solidarity, his own Stand a giant in whose shade Mieke's could relax and feel safe. 

“It sort of just came to me,” Arthur confessed after another moment. “But in retrospect, it makes sense, doesn't it? When you think about what it does, it's a weird entity that puts spaces into words.” He shrugged, giving a defeated smile. “Then again, I've met a few Stand users whose partners' names are anything but appropriate, strange or ill-fitting. So go with whatever pops in your head, I guess. Whatever it is, I imagine it's meant to be. Strange how this business gets one believing in destiny, fate, and the like, eh?”

He watched Hogan nuzzle the girl, the display of affection noticed by curious and worried onlookers as well. With a stern expression Arthur shooed them away. “Well,” he said after another few seconds. “If things are okay here, we should head on out. Only a matter of time before someone gets the wrong idea about Hogan, I should think.” A thumb jabbed in the direction of the parking lot. “Got a van we can use. Not much to look at, but works fine.” His brows furrowed as thought struck him. “Er...how'd you get here again? Did one of the others drop you off?”