[ Arthur breathes out, then in, then opens the door partway; there's still a solid amount of it between the two of them in case this escalates more quickly than intended. He has no intention of becoming another cadaver in a drawer next to Crichton. ]

Thank you for coming. Really.

[ He doesn't have to fake the tension in his voice. Even though he knows it's necessary, he's not looking forward to the next part. ]

Whoever it was left something on the doorstep, as well, but I-I-I can't identify it. Clothing, I think? It- it's's just inside.

[ He steps back, allowing Smith entry, though he continues to mutter. ]

I don't know, maybe it was supposed to- to be a message? I suppose I don't have to tell you that it- it gave me a bit of a shock.