[ Steve steps into the room and looks Arthur up and down, eyes lingering briefly on the gun. Clearly there's been more going on than he realized but that's fine. They can figure this out.
He's too keyed up to sit so he remains standing, running his hands through his hair, pausing to consider Arthur's question. Crichton... his ice cream buddy with good advice. He knows him, but it's been a while since he's seen him, even in passing. ]
No, I don't think so. Why? What happened? Who left that message outside?
[ Rapid fire questions, but he's still shaken from the encounter that pushed him to contact Arthur in the first place. ]
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He's too keyed up to sit so he remains standing, running his hands through his hair, pausing to consider Arthur's question. Crichton... his ice cream buddy with good advice. He knows him, but it's been a while since he's seen him, even in passing. ]
No, I don't think so. Why? What happened? Who left that message outside?
[ Rapid fire questions, but he's still shaken from the encounter that pushed him to contact Arthur in the first place. ]