Carra purses her lips slightly at Murphy. “How did you find out all of that stuff?” She asks quietly, but her demeanor brightens at Barry’s question. “Yeah, you can use the studio.” She carefully grabs his arm and leads him to a room upstairs with a high ceiling, the pale walls blank except for various styles of artwork displayed and or drying. There’s an antique table with sculpting materials, including clay. “Will this work?”