Arthur's clothes are no less askew than John's mask, and there's a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm going to fucking kill him," he says hysterically. It's not really a sensible answer to either of their questions, but from his choice of words, it can be determined that he's taken in Crichton's arrival and sort of responded to what he said.

He gets hold of John's robe again and attempts a reprise of the crocodile roll, but this time John's knees are planted too firmly on either side of him, and he only succeeds in pulling some fabric skewiff.