"Oh, shi--" he also was not very focused on actually getting dressed or, in his case, changed into something slightly less sticky with his own blood.

He skids to a stop just in time to not trip over Arthur who has fallen like a tree in his path to the wardrobe.

"Give us a couple more minutes, Cass!" Crichton calls out through the door.

And then he starts yanking on Arthur's arm to get him back up again. "Come on, it's not like you weigh that much..."

The sounds coming from inside this door right now are probably wild and a little concerning.