Arthur is, of all things, humming to himself as he walks. It's a song John might recognise, that's been on the tip of Arthur's tongue for nearly a month now, and has finally come back to him.

He actually seems relaxed, at least by the standards of any situation they've been in together. Bizarrely, being on the Serena Eterna has in some ways been good for him: there are people here he likes and can trust, whole more-than-ones of them, and he hasn't died in over two weeks. He still looks gaunt, but it isn't for lack of food.

At the entrance to the Infinite Spirit Halloween, he pauses, listening.

"Where are you... no? All right, good."

There isn't a peep from Bahamanuel, not this close to the outskirts of its territory. So in he goes, and he starts messing with one of the endcaps, prodding and pulling at its contents.

"Hello... all right, what have you got for us...? Masks, by the feel of it?"

Rubber masks, some with hair, some with fabric hanging off them.

Arthur snorts. "Very seasonal." God, is this shit what the captain closed the restaurants to focus on?