John and Arthur are usually fairly accurate barometers of each other's mood. One of them being in a good mood is usually reflected in the other, consciously or not. One of the odd perks of being soulbound, really - that they can't hide that from each other, and that they affect each other's moods.

So when John goes to ground, it's unsubtle that Arthur's mood shifts as well (though admittedly part of that is a genuine mood change on his own part, too). So it's easier than not to catch him looking frustrated or terse, a masterful resting bitch face until he catches himself when he remembers there's someone nearby. And he's still polite, still civil, just... less inclined to start a conversation or carry one on right away.

He sticks his head out on deck for five minutes, realises where exactly they have landed (because if he didn't recognise the fucking smell of good old London to begin with, he's pretty sure that's Big Ben in the distance through the smog), and quickly ducks back to the Wardrobe to start loading a trolley with a variety of clothes that might make people stand out less, even with the Barge's help. Maybe nothing will happen and he's being paranoid, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

So whoever comes by the Wardrobe will find the most relevant items they might need already set up near the doors, in a variety of sizes and styles.

Luckily, Arthur's own outfit is relatively timeless, but since he's taking the opportunity to kit everyone else up anyway he gets himself something a little nicer.

So when Arthur does finally go out on port, he's looking rather dandy himself (albeit a dark riding hat, rather than a top hat), seamlessly blending in, accent and all. Still in a mood, admittedly, but perfectly able of doing his job.

Though to the supernatural creatures that might be on port, this might be a mark to avoid: however human he looks, there's an aura to him, borne from within as much as ownership claimed, that marks him as... off. Not dangerous, in the same way as the wolves or vampires, but almost toxic, some hitherto unknown and unknowable power with the same gold-yellow as a colourful poisonous frog. Approach at own risk.