Arthur wasn't the only one who wished they were still on the run, still in the not-so-subtle car, driving off to somewhere (preferably someplace with alcohol) but they weren't and there wasn't any in sight. He looked over at Arthur when he walked in, giving him a short nod. "More than what we've had for a few days."

"Someone might be coming by for a showing, may need to hit the road by morning or evening at least." He wasn't a huge fan of killing but if the situation called for it, he would do it.

"Might as well settle in," he motioned to the couch and chairs surrounding the biggest feature of the living room, the fireplace. "And you can explain to me what the hell just happened."