Arthur's face is a picture of disgust at the idea that some of the passengers might drink blood. "Jesus christ," he mutters. Although-- "Well. Rather that than- than it coming from one of the other passengers on the ship, I suppose. But... christ."

You know what? It has, more than once, occurred to Arthur that the blood might be Crichton's. And this is, not to belabour the point, an idea that he does not like. He would take a whole ship full of secret Draculas over the blood belonging to Crichton.

"If you won't need Winona, then you'll be happy to leave her here with me. It's not as if I'm going to- to open carry the damn thing about the ship. I'll keep her locked up here until Crichton comes back."