What else could it be? [he asks as he tests the umbrella. not great, but better than nothing. it's silently appreciated that she gave it to him without asking why he needs it or making some kind of comment. god knows he has enough internalized ableism to do them both.] Unless we both agreed to some unspeakably creepy reality show without--

[he stops, frowns. looks around the room. no cameras on the ceiling... archer saunters over to the lamp, pulling it apart to see if there are any there. all the usual hiding places. reaches up with his umbrella to poke at the main light in the room.]

--Okay, no, no cameras. I'll be downstairs whipping some answers out of some idiots if you need me. Which-- try not to?

[and with that, he leaves the room!!]