Crichton got tired of Arthur's low-key fidgeting and fussing over his apparent mental state in the cabin, so he's decided to go for a walk to catch some air on his own. All he really ends up doing is finding a secluded spot tucked behind some lifeboats to sit and mope in instead.

Discretely, he pulls a small black vial out of his pocket and holds it to his nose for one long inhalation. A quick jolt, and then his limbs visibly relax. He casts a furtive glance around as he goes to stick the bottle back in his pocket, and that's when he sees the drone. Aw, crap. He didn't think anyone would find him back here.

"Hey, don't you know it's not polite to snoop on a guy when he's having a moment?" He's trying to act naturally, like he didn't just get caught doing something he shouldn't.