"Perfect situational awareness..." he mutters, but he figures he's too sober to actually try to work out how all that works. Whatever! He trusts Robo-Archer, anyway. He's the only one he can ever trust. "Okay, now you're talking sense!"

Archer eyes the milkshake for a moment like he's considering grabbing it up again, but doesn't. He digs around in his coat pockets for a moment and pushes a silver flask across the table to Pam instead. Friendship offering.

"What have you seen?"