Fashionably late (although not on purpose), Arthur appears over yonder, moving at a brisk walk. He has chosen not to wear the only set of clothes he came with—who knows when he'll be able to get his hands on a comparable three-piece, after all—and yet, somehow, he manages to look fastidious even while dressed in items found on the relatively-cheap. A vest is almost certainly involved.

As he approaches the group, he slows, looking...cautious, let's say. He'd planned on launching right into some form of the usual introductory spiel, but instead he glances here and there as though wondering if he's missing something, finally halting near the small gathering of ladies.

"Delta team?" His voice should not be at all difficult to place.