[ There has been time to wash his hands, but not to find new clothes. Arthur answers the cabin door looking like someone who's been pawing through a whole bunch of blood, because... three guesses why.
He's brought the blood-soaked yellow bathrobe inside, at least. But he hasn't tried to hide this one, so if Steve goes into the bathroom at any point, there it'll be in the bathtub, darkening slowly as it dries. Arthur was going to dump it on the floor, but then remembered at the last moment that the carpets are not being cleaned.
Anyway, he answers the door, and he looks stressed, but at least his hands are clean. ]
Steve. Come in. Have you seen -- you know John Crichton, right? Have you seen him today?
[ It's not unheard of to see Arthur wearing his gun in a shoulder holster. Please don't read anything more than a healthy amount of caution into him wearing it now. He trusts Steve, no question about that; and Parker trusted Arthur. ]
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He's brought the blood-soaked yellow bathrobe inside, at least. But he hasn't tried to hide this one, so if Steve goes into the bathroom at any point, there it'll be in the bathtub, darkening slowly as it dries. Arthur was going to dump it on the floor, but then remembered at the last moment that the carpets are not being cleaned.
Anyway, he answers the door, and he looks stressed, but at least his hands are clean. ]
Steve. Come in. Have you seen -- you know John Crichton, right? Have you seen him today?
[ It's not unheard of to see Arthur wearing his gun in a shoulder holster. Please don't read anything more than a healthy amount of caution into him wearing it now. He trusts Steve, no question about that; and Parker trusted Arthur. ]