[ arthur lets out a horrific choking squawk at being embraced, and it takes him a moment to realize he's not being strangled so much as suffocatingly crushed with affection. the buckles dig in awkwardly. after crichton sets him down, arthur coughs primly and straightens his towel. ]

[ another human. he's not sure how he feels about that. relieved, of course, but also... a little awkward. he's not sure he's very good at being an earthling any more. ]

Are you American? You sound American. So I'm not certain you know what football is.

[ that much, he remembers. ]

But it's very nice to meet you, I'm sure. How did you manage to escape Earth?