Arthur stops at the bottom step, hands buried in his pockets as he frowns thoughtfully at the door. His instinct is to go in, have a drink with her and then leave on good terms - he doesn't really want to leave it like this, but he looks at Nancy and realizes that it only sounds like a good idea because he's still a bit buzzed.

"No," he finally says, shaking his head. "I should go, but I--" he cuts himself off as he digs out his wallet and then searches for something in his pocket. Pulling out a pen and an old business card from some dentist appointment a few months ago, he quickly scrawls out a phone number and holds it out for her.

"Here. Call me if you're ever in trouble, or if you need anything. I know you can take care of yourself, but I... well, it's my business to know how to protect people."