Ariadne just looked up and nodded. She got out of the car and instinctively took Arthur's hand. She was there for him as much as she could, which wasn't nearly as much as he was there for her.

She looked up at him and then to the jet. "Thank you, Vivienne. For everything." Ariadne said to her. Even if her clothes were horribly mismatched. At least they were clothes.

And when it all boiled down to it, she was the one holding his hand.