Despite the lingering shock of it all, Arthur's still got a handle on things. He can handle all this - a new time, a new place, that's old hat at this point. Perhaps only a two-day-old hat, but still. That's practically a lifetime in his line of work, certainly the difference between life and death if he can't keep up.

"That sounds wonderful, truly." He does pick up the blanket to drape around himself when he moves to sit on the couch, but mostly so he doesn't get blood on anything that can't readily be washed in this weather.

"You said others were here shortly before we arrived - we being the interlopers, presumably." He glances back towards the kitchen. "Why were? What happened to the people here before?"