“Matches, alcohol, photos, probably some shivs or something, if he isn’t an idiot.”

The last bit is a guess, but anyone who doesn’t craft something in the absence of a real weapon deserves to be called stupid.

She brings Arthur to the fifth floor, to Pagan’s room, and she pauses at the door handle to glance down the hall. No one around for now. She gives Arthur a playful little shhh gesture, finger to her lips, and lets herself in.