"My right arm is directly in front of you," Crichton tells him. He'll wait until Arthur has as much of a grip as he wants, then he will proceed to take them out the front.

He doesn't bother pointing out the obvious, but the feeling about getting away from this crowd is extremely mutual. As soon as they hit the outside air, a breeze blows across them. Crichton takes a long breath in, hoping this will help get some of the plethora of fancy perfumes everyone was wearing out of his nose. Everything smells like fake flowers and old spice.

"Okay. We're outside and no one is really... around." Not that he trusts that to mean they are completely safe.