[unaware of what's happened with his "wife" and her best friend, archer's just been hanging at home, slowly getting drunker and enjoying the heating being on. at least-- you know, until the fucking electricity drops out again then he's busying himself hobbling around the place and doing all he can to make sure the heat stays and the place won't burn down with stupidly placed candles.

ugh, but all they have are those shitty artificially scented ones from the store, so the whole place smells like plastic-y spices and--]

Jesus, Stallone, will you calm down? It's not... [it takes him a moment to get to the door (after his own dunk he's been a little stiff from the frantic kicking and pushing himself way too hard to get back) where he immediately steps to the side for cass to get in. doesn't take a genius to work out what's happened here.] Shit! Main room. Now!

[thank fuck he's had basic training on how to deal with this sort of thing, not to mention falling into icy water's happened to either him or one of the agents he's been on a mission with a good amount of times in the past. god, their agency sucks.]

There's blankets by the couch. Get her wet clothes off and watch her breathing. Does she have any open wounds?