[It's probably best to keep an eye on Archer right now, he decides.]
That's not what — [Whatever sentence that was going to be is lost to fact there's sudden movement; he reacts with the instinct of someone who's paranoid, used to violence, and often on the bottom of the metaphorical food chain.
Which is to say that he startles to his feet, away from Archer so that only some of the snow connects, angrily brushing it away as he whirls around. He dropped the watch in the whole process, since it wasn't top of his list of priorities.] What are you, twelve? Satan's sake.
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That's not what — [Whatever sentence that was going to be is lost to fact there's sudden movement; he reacts with the instinct of someone who's paranoid, used to violence, and often on the bottom of the metaphorical food chain.
Which is to say that he startles to his feet, away from Archer so that only some of the snow connects, angrily brushing it away as he whirls around. He dropped the watch in the whole process, since it wasn't top of his list of priorities.] What are you, twelve? Satan's sake.