Ooooo Arthur's eyes narrow as they talk about the Captain. Ooo he would like very much to punch the Captain in the face sometime.

"My first night here, somebody told me that the Captain aims to... harvest his passengers' suffering, in some nebulous way. I guess our fighting out the issue plays directly into his hands." His voice is sour. He's still... so tense.

But also, yes, big question. "Not a peep," Arthur mutters, and still he doesn't draw the line for Crichton between the John of last night and the voice of this morning. He's trying to remember if he's said anything else since he arrived. Anything else that'll give away more about John than he wants to, if and when he draws that line. "And yours -- Harvey -- you said he was in your head."