Arthur is less polite-looking but no less patient, letting himself sit vaguely hunched with a furious glower for the whole time, putting that resting bitch face cold, calculated demeanor to good use.

Even if his head cocks, sharp and immediate at the sound of footsteps, of something heavy being dropped nearby, out of reach.

And Numbers gets a cold smirk out of him. "I'm not sure what you expect me to contribute, Officer, quite frankly." He lifts his hands in mock deference, jangling the cuffs. "I'm hardly a reliable witness."