Arlo keeps his eyes trained on a scratch atop barrel-table-top-thing but shifts back now, away from the initial closeness he'd sought from Court, even if all he got was a few minutes in her orbit.

His voice is quieter when he says "Fuckin' apparently" and he shrugs out some of the Uncomfortable Feelings. If it looks like he's preparing to bail, he is. "'Nother stellar pep talk, Slaughter. Thanks."