Luther stepped inside when Isobel let them in, stepping into the middle of the living room. His arms crossed in front of his chest as he waited for Archer to start - he assumed he would be the one to begin, as Luther was merely a legal advisory and back-up. But Isobel suddenly took off for the kitchen in a movement that was all too familiar. Eyebrows drawn together, he followed, coming in to see Isobel press herself against the stove.
His lips pressed together and he had to restrain himself from moving her. He didn't believe it for an instant - the sound of the drawer being shut only added to his suspicions. "That wouldn't have been good," he said, casually, before looking over the kitchen again. The dead man did come to mind, but the most prominent thought was that the apartment was a disaster. Regardless it was enough of a sign to make him to ignore earlier plans and push on, despite what Archer may want to do next.
"Let's get to the point then. Miss Hughes, your friend here has reason to be worried about you. Can you say you've been keeping yourself in a-" He glanced sideways at Archer before looking back to Isobel, question more pronounced. "Healthy manner recently?"