Arthur has his arms crossed across his chest, shoulders hunched against the cold as he gives Nancy a tired look up and down and sighs. "Let me go find a towel or something. You can sit down in the living room once you get dried off a bit."

He disappears for a moment and comes back with a big towel that he wraps around Nancy's shoulders. Then he gestures to the living room, hoping that he's not going to have to wash the couch cushions but already resigning himself to the idea that he might have to anyway.