You don't need to go by the woods to get to the hospital, [which is as close to saying "don't worry about it, it's fine" as he'll get. muttering:] God, I need to get a frickin' gun...

[he comes back through with a mug of tea, bag still in and shoves it at cassandra to give to rapunzel, taking a long drink out of his flask in the meantime.]

Leave the doors open. Last thing we goddamn need is to end up under the ice again.

[a concept which makes archer blanche slightly. he's got a terrible feeling everyone in this room might struggle to survive another dunk.]