Never one to miss obvious social cues, Arthur gave a respectful nod of the head to Mr. Armstrong and then took his leave of the man's office.  Given the most recent arrival's position, he took care to circumnavigate the reptile, just in case all that wrestling left Hogan feeling a tad ornery.  A moment later the sizable former wrestler stood in the waiting room once again, rubbing his chin in a thoughtful manner.  When the others joined him, he did not hesitate to voice his thoughts.

“'Cause I took a taxi here, I'm afraid I have no means of transportation save my own two legs, so a van might be a good bet.  Though, he didn't say anything about making arrangements with the staff or procuring keys.  Maybe they're just sitting there waiting for us, hmm?  If we've got a few moments it wouldn't hurt to head over and take a look.”

Before Arthur could so much as take a step toward his declared destination, however, his cell phone gave a chirp.  Other noises issued from the pockets and bags of his new compatriots, so he took it to mean that some pertinent information had already arrived.  “How exciting!” he remarked as he produced his phone and flipped it open, pecking at one button after another with an overlarge index finger.  A few seconds later and he could peruse its contents, which he read over while feeling rather like a bounty hunter with a newly-updated hit list.  

Squinting, he scanned line after line.  “...A wise guy, eh?” he said at length.  With everything he could glean from the text committed to memory, he flipped his phone closed and crossed his arms.  “Well, since it's daytime, visiting the greenhouses makes sense.  If we don't find 'em by late afternoon we can switch to comedy clubs, but of course the real problem's which one he might be going to.  If there's a library nearby I could use a computer to look up the city's prominent nature centers and clubs, maybe narrow down the playing field.”  He chuckled to himself.  “Guess we'll be using that van sooner than we thought!”