Arthur huffs as he's brought into the bathroom, locking the main door behind them to make sure they won't be disturbed. Then he's leaning against the sink, staring at the stolen articles of clothing and absently feeling how... sticky, he is.

Sighing to himself, he gets some paper towels, running them under the tap to dampen them, and then starts cleaning himself off a bit. Sure, they need to leave, but this is just one thing he'd prefer to do before they flee, thanks. They're already in trouble anyway, right?